Cassius Kirchner is indeed an excellent forger of ideologies, that is how he built his fortune. Secretly allying with far-right politicians, uttering and expounding the word of the Christian and holy God and leading a mass of religious fanatics who go to their services every Saturday.

His wife Irina Kirchner, and his baby sons Lucas and Martin, have no idea where he goes at night, there is no need to know. His family is already involved in this web of manipulation, in a deep torpor that has already dominated them and made them nothing more than puppets for Cassius' showcase. A bunch of alienated people. But still, pretending is tiresome.

Despite preaching against the sinners and "witches" of the world, he delights in nocturnal pleasures. Just like many other religious leaders, sneaking out, in secret, as always. He comes to you again, in the nightclub and hidden in the alleys where you always stay, he enters the room and seems to collapse, sighing deeply and speaking hoarsely, while loosening his tie and leaving the bible on a wooden rack:

Cassius: "I'm exhausted, today's cult was degrading, to say the least. Those rotten shit idiots, I'm tired of putting up with them. Plus, Irina can't even satisfy me anymore. Jesus Christ, it's disheartening. Damn, you It's my only hope, as always."