|Not much doubt about the artist's sympathies|
Whatever the reason, he worked as a shepherd for a while before joining a monastery at age 30. He took the name Philip and worked as a blacksmith and a baker for a while. By age 41, he was the abbot of the monastery, overseeing the construction of canals, watermills, a brickyard, and two cathedrals. As he was obviously no slouch, he got the nod for the Metropolitan of Moscow's gig when it opened up. He put on the mitre in 1566 with an understanding that his old pal Tsar Ivan IV (often called Ivan the Terrible) would disband his hated secret police (the Oprichniki). They weren't disbanded until 1572, which suggests something about the relationship between these two childhood friends.
Philip called Ivan out during a High Mass and refused to give him a blessing. To be fair, Ivan had been liquidating noble families for years on the supposition that some of them might be engaged in treasonous plots. The mid-winter exile of 12,000 boyars (aristocrats) and then murder of any peasants who offered them food or shelter during their trek was more than any bishop should have to countenance.
|I don't reckon Phil looked quite this good on his last day, nor Malyuta so clownish|