Summary:

Ilya had never wanted to become a priest, and he was still wondering how he had managed to be one for over ten years now without causing a scandal. Four years ago they had been looking for someone with decent English skills to take over a congregation in Ottawa after the former priest died. Ilya jumped at the possibility of fleeing from his family's watchful eye to another continent where nobody knew him. He kept his masses short, his bed warm with women and a few men that were willing to overlook the eternal damnation that was promised them for fucking with a priest, and his spirits up with a seasonal ticket for the Ottawa Centaurs. Everything changed when one late evening the doors to the church opened and a stranger walked in.