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What a strange story and funny joke can come in head if I told you that the shepherd went into the bar at night? What did he forget here? And It’s true: what can the minister of the church do in such place. Well, I’m used to seeing up different strange misters here, but it was the first time I saw him. In my bar went one like this. He was dressed in worn blue jeans with black shirt and with white collar (the classic element of the priest’s costume), and brown boots. There was a book with red cross, tattered, you could see that it was the old one. Green eyes, smile with white teeth stretched to sharp ears on square face, short hair, and big scar on neck and under the temple. So, he came, sat down, ordered a drink: