The priest was experiencing a strange feeling as the burial service was held beneath a dreary sky. A shadow or something unseen appeared to be observing him.
His heart pounded. He was playing back memories of his life, including the operation room, Irina’s cries, his wife, and the death of their kid in a terrible tragedy. The girlfriend who caused that mishap was Daria.
He strolled through the chapel thinking different things, and he went pale as he saw the woman’s face in the coffin 
He recognized the woman’s face.
She was disturbingly similar to his wife Irina, or at least to what he remembered of her.
A voice appeared out of nowhere.
He received a call from someone who said they needed him.
His past opened up before his eyes, and his heart began to gallop once more.
He remembered his wife’s cries in the operation room and the death of their child in a terrible accident.
Then he recalled that his son’s death was caused by his lover, Daria.
She had vanished after death, but the priest had found out she had a son.
He had kept an eye on this kid from afar.
And suddenly it was Daria, the woman in the casket.
The cycle was finished when someone died in an accident.
With his head down, Daria’s kid stood close to the casket.
The priest came over to the youngster and put his hand on his shoulder, telling him how much Daria had loved him.
However, he perceived a measure of justice and, more importantly, the potential for forgiveness in this final farewell.
And he prayed as a father, not a priest.
