Alviribus sat on his throne in space, watching the planet below, and smiled. "This is what you call an opportunity. A very useful body has been sacrificed to me exactly when I needed it, where I needed it, and for a small price. I accept the sacrifice on behalf of the council of the gods." At that moment, Danny collapsed, trembling. The vessel is ready. Now I need a soul to put in it.

In another universe, he examined the souls of the recently dead. He noticed one full of rage. This soul was mighty. He had grown up in unbelievably bad circumstances, but he had done very well and had built a decent life. This man was basically capable of all kinds of evil, but his life was that of a saint. Alviribus began to watch the process that led the soul to die.

Two weeks before his death, D... was sitting inside his shop. In the evening, when the shop shutter was lowered and he was doing his accounts on his computer. At that moment, he heard the footsteps of a person. He calmly got up from his seat and picked up a small stick about two and a half centimeters in diameter and forty centimeters long.

With slow steps, he went to the place where the knocking was and saw the young man dressed in the clothes of a homeless person looking for something to steal from his shop.

When the young man realized he had been spotted, he panicked, and then, realizing that it was a man of small stature, he attacked.

Danyal calmly waited for the young man to come closer, and when he was four or five steps away, he suddenly threw his stick at the thief's head.

Before the thief could recover from the shock of the stick hitting his head, he felt a powerful punch in his stomach.

He collapsed to the ground in pain.

Danyal pulled up a stool and sat down. He waited for the young man to come to his senses. In the meantime, the young man jumped up and started running. Danyal grabbed his stick and threw it right behind the running youth's knee. The young man collapsed again.

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The young man began to beg, "Please, I was hungry; that's why I was stealing. Don't you see my state, have mercy on me." D... came to the young man with his stool in one hand and his stick in the other. He sat on his stool again and asked, "Well, I will pity you, but will you pity yourself?"

The young man looked at him with puzzled eyes. Then he gathered his thoughts and said, "Of course, of course, if you let me go, I promise I will never steal again. I will work and earn. Just don't call the police." D... smiled. "What job will you do?" he asked. The young man thought for a while, "Well, a car wash, I'll work there. I'll be fine. You can be sure."

D... smiled. "No, you won't do that, I know that, and you know that you can't do that anyway." "I swear on my dead mother..." D..., who had been calm until that moment, suddenly became enraged and slapped the young man, who was still on the ground. "Don't use your mother for your lies, and don't try to exploit your motherlessness. I lost my father when I was five and my mother when I was twelve, and I have never used that as an excuse to commit a crime."

Danyal looked at the young man. "What's your name?" The young man replied, "A..." D... nodded and said, "Look A..., I know, and you know that you have a criminal record and no one will give you a job."

A... said to D... "Then why are you trying to advise me?" Danyal said to A... "Because I want you to have mercy for yourself, have mercy for yourself, and help yourself. Because if you don't help yourself, no one can help you. If you don't have mercy for yourself, the next time you may come across someone like me (he held up his stick) who uses this (he reached behind his waist and pulled out a pistol) instead of someone who uses this." A... swallowed nervously.

D... continued, "the way you are going is not the way. You will end up either in prison or in the grave. But I can provide a way out for you." A... stood up and looked D... in the eyes. "What are we going to do?"

D... "People don't employ you, but they pay to make you do work, take that paint roller you see there, take that paint. I was going to paint the shop next week, but it was destined for today.

I will teach you whitewashing. I will give you your materials; when you earn some money and start to stand on your feet, you can pay for the materials.

A... was neither the first nor the last person Danyal taught a job to and guided on the right path. D...'s philosophy was that it was better to do good deeds that others could not do than to do good deeds that everyone could do.

Likewise, he thought it was much better to teach a person a job so that he could feed himself than to give him money to feed himself.

Alviribus began to watch the last day of the soul before it died. The 1.65 cm, dark-skinned, ugly man was working intently at his computer. He was keeping records of the business he owned.

At this moment, a young man entered wearing a dyed work tunic. On his hands, he wore rubber gloves with lots of paint and anger in his eyes. "D..., you were wrong; listening to you was a big mistake, you were wrong." D... looked up, peered over his glasses, which were lowered down his nose, and said, "Tell me what happened, A...."