The Halloween night. The club. We stand with a friend at the entrance, pulling a beer. Witches, vampires and other wickedness pass by... and here at the club’s threshold appears with a wide smile...Pope Francis. High such, in a red robe, with a cross. And with the same sweet smile begins to fall by the sign of the cross passing by Dracula... and then we met the monk... apparently came with him - the Holy Inquisition, she is everywhere.