Frosty winter morning of a normal working day. People rush to work, rush to take their place at the machine, in the laboratory, in the editorial offices of newspapers and magazines... But why are church bells ringing? Where are the old women in a hurry with cans and bottles in their hands, leading half-asleep grandchildren? Their path lies on the churchyard, where today for a small "donation to the temple of God" you can stock up on "holy" water in any quantity. After all, now the holiday of "baptism of the Lord"...