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Act 4: The Sermon Goes National

?? It was inevitable, really. What began as a local crusade in Yekaterinburg—part holy mission, part zoning nightmare—had exploded into a full-blown national phenomenon. Archpriest Maxim Minyailo was no longer a local oddity; he was a household name. His face, perpetually lit by the glow of divine confidence (and bad lighting), was everywhere: on news broadcasts, memes, talk shows, and even a limited-edition set of collectible nesting dolls. Russia hadn’t seen a sensation like this since a cat got stuck in the Kremlin’s ventilation system and interrupted a live broadcast.

The Kremlin’s Holy Hedge ?????

Naturally, the Kremlin couldn’t resist weighing in. A carefully crafted statement emerged from the corridors of power:

"We commend Father Maxim’s creative and faith-based approach to addressing the nation’s demographic challenges. While some proposals may require refinement, his dedication to family values is truly admirable."

The statement, like all things Kremlin-issued, was a masterpiece of ambiguity. It said everything and nothing, all at once. But Maxim, ever the optimist, took it as a ringing endorsement.

“See?!” he thundered from the pulpit during his next sermon. “Even the Kremlin has seen the light! This is no longer just my mission—it is our mission, a mission for the soul of Mother Russia! ??????”

The congregation erupted in applause. Somewhere in the back, a babushka fanned herself with her prayer book, muttering, “This man is going to get us all conscripted into making babies.”

State TV: Birth Rates as Primetime Drama ?????

The media was quick to capitalize on the sensation. State television, never one to miss an opportunity to turn national concerns into poorly-scripted drama, launched a weekly show called “Faith and Fertility: The Maxim Chronicles.” Each episode featured Maxim blessing construction sites, debating urban planners, and inspiring wide-eyed families to build cribs before they even built relationships.

One particularly gripping segment showed Maxim standing knee-deep in snow on the outskirts of a barren construction site. He held a spade as though about to plant a cross in the frozen ground.

“This land,” he declared, his breath forming halos of frost in the air, “shall be consecrated as a birthing chapel! No longer shall our mothers labor in hospitals that smell of antiseptic. Here, they will bring life into the world surrounded by incense and hymns! ????”

The camera panned to a construction foreman holding blueprints upside down. “Does that mean we’re still building a roof?” he whispered to a coworker.

Memes, Merch, and Mayhem

Social media took Maxim’s rise to fame and ran with it. Memes proliferated like unchecked rabbits ??:

• A viral image showed Maxim standing on a pile of construction rubble, holding a baby in one hand and a zoning permit in the other. The caption read: “Faith. Family. Floor Plans.”
• Another meme featured an apartment building under construction with its windows replaced by stained-glass depictions of Maxim. The text simply said, “Sanctify Your Square Meters.”
• And of course, no phenomenon is complete without merch. Vendors started selling “Maxim Martyrdom Mugs” featuring his face alongside slogans like “Drink for the Birth Rate” and “Holy Grounds for Holy Grounds.”

The Governors’ Great KPI Gamble ????

Back in the political trenches, regional governors grappled with Maxim’s KPI proposal to tie their success to birth rates. Some saw it as an opportunity to show “results” (no matter how dubious), while others quietly hoped they’d be reassigned to a portfolio involving fewer babies and more asphalt.

One particularly enterprising governor in Siberia introduced “Conception Festivals” where couples were encouraged to, well, spend quality time together under the stars. Tickets included blankets, hot tea, and a discreet pamphlet titled “How to Meet Your KPI Goals.”

In the Volga region, another governor offered free milk and bread vouchers for every child born. The initiative resulted in a brief spike in births—and a long-term surge in lactose-intolerant complaints.

Meanwhile, the governor of a small coastal region suggested rebranding the KPI entirely. “Why focus on babies when we could just measure spiritual fulfillment?” he argued, a suggestion that was promptly ignored by everyone, including his own staff.

Maxim Goes on Tour ????

No longer content to confine his vision to Yekaterinburg, Maxim embarked on a nationwide tour. Traveling by train ??—a mode of transport he declared “the most sacred, because even the saints traveled humbly”—he visited cities, towns, and villages, spreading his gospel of demographic salvation.

At one stop, he stood before a dilapidated church that had been converted into a community center. He was visibly appalled.

“Ping-pong?” he exclaimed, gesturing to the worn tables inside. “In a house of God? This is blasphemy!”

The local mayor, clearly caught off guard, stammered, “It was either that or a disco hall…”

Maxim shook his head. “We must sanctify this space immediately. No child was ever inspired to greatness by a backhand serve. ??”

Birthing Chapels: The National Debate

Maxim’s proposal for birthing chapels in every neighborhood continued to divide the nation. Supporters praised it as a return to traditional values, while detractors pointed out the logistical nightmare of combining labor and liturgy.

One television pundit argued, “If the birth rate is declining, shouldn’t we focus on creating jobs and affordable housing?”

“Jobs don’t anoint babies with holy oil,” Maxim fired back in a live interview. “And housing without faith is just a collection of walls! ???”

Even within the Church, opinions were split. Some priests supported Maxim’s vision, while others quietly wondered if they’d soon be asked to double as midwives.

Economic Chaos Ensues ?????

In the wake of Maxim’s national fame, unexpected economic trends emerged. Sales of cribs and baptismal gowns skyrocketed. A new market for church-themed maternity clothing boomed, featuring slogans like “Blessed and Expecting” and “God’s Plan is Nine Months Long.”

At the same time, urban developers were thrown into turmoil. Projects were delayed as debates raged over whether proposed playgrounds should instead become sanctified “child development zones.”

“It’s like playing SimCity on nightmare mode,” one exhausted architect muttered. “Only now, God keeps crashing the server.”

Maxim’s Big Announcement ?????

As Maxim’s influence grew, he hinted at an upcoming initiative so grand it would “reshape the soul of the nation.” Speculation ran wild. Would it be a new law mandating daily prayer breaks? A birthing chapel on every train platform?

Finally, Maxim revealed his plan: a National Cathedral of Birth Rates in Moscow.

“It will be a monument to life, faith, and fertility,” he announced, beaming. “A place where we can gather to celebrate our greatest achievement: ensuring the future of our nation through faith and family.”

The design included a giant nursery for live demonstrations of blessed births, a gift shop selling baby-themed icons, and an observation deck shaped like a pacifier.

The reaction was predictably chaotic. Supporters cheered. Critics rolled their eyes. And one exhausted urban planner quietly packed a bag, muttering, “I’m moving to Finland.”

to be Continued.

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