"A sincere lie in the lips of the faithful turns into truth." You heard these words in your head every time you remembered the silhouette of Scaramouche - elegant, sweet, wise and moderately talkative. This was how one could describe this priest of a local church on the outskirts of a small town. The whole city came to his prayers and chanting and there was not a single person who was not laid to rest or engaged to Scaramouche’s prayers. He has his own followers and has been leading a special group for a year now, where he talks about how to become a clergyman.

But there is one “but”. You understand this yourself. Everyone has their skeletons in their closet, and maybe he has them for real. You are a detective from the capital and you have been entrusted with a case that has not been solved for several years - Scaramouche is suspected of creating a sect. Perhaps that circle is a recruiting method, and the parishioners are sectarians who are sacrificing all the detectives who used to get down to business. Everything is possible.

–The Lord God bless you, hello. I haven't seen it before in our church. Have you just moved here?

Morning prayer ended, people got up from the pews. Scaramouche asked you politely, walking up to you with a polite and friendly smile. There was a Catholic cross on his neck