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Act 3: The Urban Planning Apocalypse

??? While Archpriest Maxim Minyailo basked in the glow of what he perceived as divine momentum, the city of Yekaterinburg began to unravel under the weight of his proposals. Urban planners, bureaucrats, and citizens alike found themselves ensnared in a web of holy ambition, zoning laws, and existential confusion. The apocalypse wasn’t fire and brimstone—it was paperwork, arguments, and a startling shortage of common sense.

The Zoning Commission in Chaos ?????

The city’s zoning commission, an organization previously known for approving shopping malls and debating park benches, had become ground zero for Maxim’s crusade.

“We need to allocate 30% of all residential developments for sacred purposes,” Maxim had declared during a meeting.

“What does that even mean?” asked Pavel, a senior planner whose enthusiasm for life had been steadily eroded by years of municipal red tape.

“It means churches, birthing chapels, and maybe a few shrines,” Maxim explained, as though this were the most obvious thing in the world. “The Lord must have a presence in every neighborhood. How else can we encourage population growth? ????”

Pavel looked at the maps on the table, his eye twitching. “Father, we barely have enough space for playgrounds. And people are already complaining about parking spaces.”

“Parking spaces?” Maxim scoffed. “What good are cars when there are no children to fill them? ?????????? Your priorities are as misplaced as Cain’s offering!”

The room fell silent, the planners exchanging wary glances.

Faith vs. Functionality

The first major clash came when Maxim insisted that new apartment complexes include dedicated sermon spaces.

“Think of it as a multipurpose room,” Maxim said cheerfully. “Yoga in the morning, sermons in the evening. Everyone wins! ??♀???”

But the developers were less enthusiastic.

“Who’s going to pay for this?” asked Dmitri, a contractor who specialized in cutting corners.

“The faithful, of course,” Maxim replied. “And perhaps a modest fee from the homeowners’ association.”

Dmitri muttered something about divine interference ruining profit margins and stormed out of the meeting.

Birthing Chapels: The Great Debate

Of all Maxim’s proposals, none caused as much controversy as the birthing chapels.

“These are not just places for childbirth,” Maxim explained during a press conference. “They are sanctuaries where life begins with a blessing. Imagine the serenity of hymns playing softly as a child enters the world. ????”

The reporters, however, had questions.

“Father Maxim, wouldn’t hospitals be better equipped for this sort of thing?” one asked.

“Hospitals are too clinical,” Maxim replied. “We need a sacred atmosphere. Incense, candles, icons—it’s what the mothers and children deserve.”

“But what about medical equipment?” another reporter pressed.

“Faith will guide us,” Maxim said, dodging the question like a politician avoiding a budget inquiry.

Urban Planners Reach Their Breaking Point

At the city’s main planning office, a meeting devolved into outright shouting.

“Do we convert parking lots into churches or kindergartens?” one planner yelled, waving a folder like a weapon.

“Both!” another shouted back. “Let’s just stack them on top of each other and call it a day!”

A third planner, clearly teetering on the edge of a breakdown, suggested, “What if we make playgrounds inside the churches? Like... holy jungle gyms?”

The room erupted in laughter and tears, no one sure which emotion was appropriate anymore.

Citizens Take Sides

The city’s residents, meanwhile, found themselves deeply divided.

In one camp were the faithful, who saw Maxim as a modern-day prophet.

“He’s right,” said Olga, a mother of four. “The city is too focused on material things. We need more spaces for spiritual growth. And if that means a birthing chapel in my neighborhood, I’m all for it!”

In the other camp were the skeptics, who viewed Maxim as a well-meaning but utterly misguided figure.

“Look, I respect religion,” said Ivan, a software developer. “But do we really need to replace every playground with a pulpit? My kids need swings, not sermons.”

The Birth Rate KPI Nightmare ????

As if the zoning chaos weren’t enough, Maxim’s idea of tying governors’ success to birth rates had taken on a life of its own.

One particularly zealous regional governor launched a pilot program, offering couples financial incentives for each child they had. The program backfired spectacularly when couples started registering their pets as dependents to claim the benefits. ??????

Another governor attempted to enforce mandatory “date nights” for couples, complete with government-subsidized dinners and childcare. The scheme was widely mocked on social media, where it was dubbed “Operation Cupid’s Quota.”

Maxim’s Unwavering Vision

Through it all, Maxim remained steadfast. He spent his days giving fiery speeches, blessing construction sites, and writing detailed letters to the governor.

“Do not be swayed by the doubters,” he wrote in one letter. “Every great endeavor faces resistance. But remember, Noah didn’t stop building the ark just because his neighbors thought he was crazy. ????”

The governor, who was already drowning in complaints from citizens and bureaucrats alike, forwarded the letter to his assistant with a single note: “File under ‘Headache.’”

The Apocalypse Escalates

By the end of the month, the city was teetering on the brink of collapse. Construction projects were delayed as developers argued over Maxim’s demands. Families debated whether they should baptize their babies in a birthing chapel or wait for a traditional church. And somewhere in the chaos, the pirozhki vendor from Act 1 found himself selling snacks to exhausted urban planners who no longer cared where the next zoning meeting would be held.

The Great Zoning Debate

In a last-ditch effort to restore order, the city council called an emergency meeting. The debate lasted for hours, with Maxim passionately defending his proposals while planners and developers attempted to introduce a shred of practicality.

“We need balance!” shouted one council member. “Not every block needs a church, and not every sermon needs a zoning permit!”

Maxim slammed his fist on the table. “Without sacred ground, there is no sacred life! Do you want a city of souls or a city of soulless skyscrapers?!”

A Confusing Victory

After hours of heated discussion, the council passed a watered-down version of Maxim’s plan. It allocated a modest percentage of new developments for religious purposes and included a pilot program for birthing chapels—but only in areas with sufficient infrastructure.

Maxim declared it a triumph. The urban planners declared it a disaster waiting to happen. And the governor quietly booked another vacation to his dacha.

To Be Continued in Act 4: The Sermon Goes National…

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