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“Many years ago, in 1885 there was a community where my grandfather took a respectable post. It was called “The Red Cult.” The bell rang softly. Everyone, except for Noel glanced towards the door where the bell was hanging. “I was there too,“ Noel continued. Mick found it very strange. “The bell was the Cult‘s symbol. People in the cult were dishonest and wanted glory. They made me make wrong and bad decisions. Honestly, I didn‘t want to and I was left alone”. The man fell silent for a moment and then added: “Like a lonely dog in the rain“. Then out of nowhere Diana came holding the bag in her hands. Noel immediately took it from the girl. “Only my great grandfather believed in me. Once I had an idea to leave the Cult, but there was an important reason not to do so.” The bell rang for the second time. “In our community there was a chic lady, very smart and funny. She always knew how to make me laugh. However, she was stubborn and unpredictable. But I loved everything in her since she always reminded me that I‘m still alive and life is more than just me”. Alice suddenly remembered something weird. “Oh, before my grandmother

died she told me a similar story about a man and a Cult that she had taken part in. I don‘t remember the Cult‘s name, but probably it‘s not the same.” Noel nervously laughed and the bell rang once again, but he only paid all his attention to himself. “And one beautiful day I saw her with another man.