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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 12 (v.1) - Second Part / Chapter 2

Submitted: July 16, 2019

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Submitted: July 16, 2019




Her office, Signe d’argent, consisted of only two small premises in the house. They listen to applications for a loan, make them out in the first premise, and the director’s office in the second premise. Nicole would come, make a note in the director’s office and would go to the working office. The chief was a slightly overweight man, from thirty to forty years old, with black, heavily overgrown hair and the same black eyes. His name was Gardinier.

The staff of this department consisted of three people, but in fact, Nicole worked with two as a duo. Another woman seemed slim, not tall, not very young: after her thirties. She was sitting in a white turtleneck with a closed neck with dark brown, dyed hair, laid in a hairband. She claimed that her name is Ragna. It can be assumed that she is a fan of one video game about New York crime where you can see a nightclub called ‘Ragnarok’.

In other words, the woman looked almost like Nicole looks at home, only a white turtleneck instead of a grey one. Nicole always added a black jacket to a grey turtleneck and, depending on her mood, either a straw cowboy hat or a white cap. But she almost always took off her hats or caps in the office. In addition to the woman, a young guy with the appearance of seventeen-year-old teenager worked with her. He looks like a teenager actor in films about high school graduates.

Sometimes he sat in a black turtleneck, and sometimes, suddenly in grey, with some small Spanish black logo on the left side. His name was Raimon. It used to be that Nicole jokingly called their department ‘a squad of grey-white people.’ Raimon had thin and small fingers, thin hands, like a girl’s. He didn't smoke and never had. However, his fingertips were slightly damaged.

Rai said that he often plays the guitar with metal strings, and, unlike Francesco, in the American, rather than in the Italian tradition. Sometimes Nicole worked with Rai, and sometimes with Ragna. Once Nicole worked with Rai. At the break, she went out to smoke a cigarette, and he just stood in front of the office building behind her and told something about Ragna.

“Why does she come up with pseudonyms?” Nicole asked Ray. “My name is Ragna. Where is her real name?”

“Believe me, this woman is harder than it seems,” Raimon used to speak in a low-tenor, but he increased the volume of his voice a little. “She graduated from the first university: historical. Then she understood that she made the wrong choice. She didn’t want to become a teacher of history. Then she wanted to study as an economist.”

“Can you graduate from the second universities?” Nicko was surprised, letting out a puff of smoke. “On the other hand, it shows that the person initially sought not what she wanted.”

“Ragna doesn’t like when someone speaks of her family is not the best way. In the early nineties, her family was a member of some Unorthodox Pseudo-Catholic cult in France. Traditional Catholics have never respected them. I can say that they despised them.”

“And, you know Rai, I am a baptized Catholic from childhood. I was baptized on either the first day or the second. I can try to found out from my mother when I visit her.”

“Better not tell her that, Nicole. She can’t get rid of negative views about Catholics. She thinks that they are always cursing her family and relatives. There was a reason: the cult was engaged in some kind of illegal type of hypnosis. The members of the Neo-Catholic Cult pronounced some mantra until five in the morning. They starved, and they thought that it would give them salvation. When Ragna appeared to these parents, she heard only a religious vigil.

I don’t know exactly how she managed to be graduated from a historical university. If she is mad, she quotes historical facts, citing various disadvantages of Catholicism.”

“Does she have a real name?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ragna is her real name. She told me that this is supposedly a pseudonym.”

Nicko didn’t ask Gardinier how her name is written in the documents. She would have to take a look if she was the chief of this department.

Nicole asked the employees who worked with her at Signe d’argent what they chose during the training. Ragna chose the same program, but in English. However, she was at an earlier stage of the study. The woman didn’t always understand even the meaning of the spoken speech, it was far away to the level of ‘who said that.’

After Nicole reported her results, she didn’t believe her: “You’re lying, nobody succeeds in this program.” Nicole no longer spoke about German as a topic of casual conversation with people, preferring German natives, rather than other French people. After some time, Ragna took revenge on Nicole and quoted little-known facts from the field of Catholicism. She gave Nicko the web address of a page:

“I hate the history of Catholicism. The first and most banal thing—the Inquisition. Everyone has heard about it, even supporters of the equality of all religions. The second thing is this. In Catholicism, sins are released both on the basis of repentance and confession, as well as on the basis indulgences acquired with money.

The moral characteristics of all kinds of Catholic priests—this is the thing where the most interesting facts begin. Among them were honest people who told parishioners that they could repent, or they could buy an indulgence. As well as the corrupt, greedy and petty people, inclined to make even the poorest people buy indulgences.

‘95 theses of Martin Luther’ says:

‘65. So, the treasures of the Gospel are the nets with which people were previously capturing wealth.’

‘66. The treasures of indulgences are nets with which people’s wealth is now captured.’

‘67. The indulgences, which the preachers proclaim, has the highest grace, in fact, because they bring profit.’

It was usually thought that a good Catholic priest should accept repentance from a poor man, and an indulgence from someone who could pay. But Catholic priests had a lot of different ways to incline a person to indulgences: for example, because the priest didn’t believe someone’s confession.

In fact, having neither a developed psychological science nor any polygraphs, the Catholics made a decision on the authenticity and honesty of repentance. If the person was poor, the priests advised to remove the last shirt, to carry valuable things, to exchange them at least later for some money for the sake of indulgences.

‘86. Why does the Papa, who is now richer than the richest Croesus, erect this church of St. Peter with the money of the poor believers instead of his own money?’

The Catholics did nothing useful or social with the money they received. They built new temples. Some priests who stood in opposition to the church, like Martin, asked: why do they need money from people if they have their own?

Why won’t he just give up part of his things, especially if it’s money? If you think that Catholic priests are known for some monasteries, social shelters, then, unfortunately, this was practically not the case in the Middle Ages, but only in later history.

‘5. Papa doesn’t want and can’t forgive any punishment other than those he imposed on someone with his authority or according to ecclesiastical law.’

What did they say to the sick and disabled people at that time? They came to him, asked for some advice or a way to at least alleviate the problem. A Catholic priest told them that the church wouldn’t help them.

After all, the church can forgive only those punishments imposed by religious law, and the disease is a state of the organism. It has no relation to philosophy. Do you think Catholic priests could protect women? If your husband beats you, then you are guilty of something, for which it would be advisable to punish you. And actually, the family conflicts of the church at that time didn’t concern the church.”

* * *

When she read Ragna’s page, Nicole understood perfectly why she didn’t become a history teacher. She was interested only in religious history and no other. Of course, Nicole wasn’t thrilled by what Catholics said to women living with inadequate husbands in the Middle Ages.

But she understood another thing. Ragna is just taking revenge on her for good knowledge of German. Nicole was just surprised at appearing of such people. She didn’t consider herself a hundred per cent happy person. Rather ‘relatively happy’ with some decals of the past. But if you spend your entire life only on hateful comments what you hate with all your heart—why?

In other matters, it didn’t seem if Ragna appeared in a family where she wasn’t fed, didn’t dress or ... perhaps, didn’t satisfy her children’s curiosity. When you have children, they need to be educated, and not to rant about paradise.

Sitting in the department, Nicole turned to simple thoughts.

She divides French men into two main categories. She calls first ones ‘rude.’ They are full, shaggy, may have scars, tattoos, and so on. Often Italian or Spanish appearance.

As Nicole believed, the typical representative of this portrait: their chief Gardinier. Why not? A tall man with shaggy, uncombed black hair and black eyes. The truth is, he has no scars and tattoos. He didn’t have a Romanesque appearance, seemed like a typical Frenchman.

She calls the second ones ‘boys.’ They look like teenagers. Their age practically doesn’t change them. They have a rounded face, often getting closer to a female one. ‘Boys’ seem to her frivolous and weak, unable to stand up for themselves (and often their tears pour), and the ‘rude’ ones are too unattractive. The typical representative of boys’ portrait: Raimon.

But there were only her stereotypes. Nicole has never seen the hysterical Rai at the workplace. What he does at home shouldn’t concern her. And Nicole herself can be hysterical. If it were possible to allow Ragna to give Nicole an assessment for such strange behaviour, how would her characterization sound? Would she call her a little girl? Nicole didn't always look like a little girl, despite the short name.

Such a bilateral classification of men, according to their appearance and portraits, didn’t appear immediately, but, perhaps, in the first or second year of economics university. Francesco, with whom she lived, always seemed to her ‘rude.’ The Romanesque appearance of Italian, brown moustache under the upper lip, little wrinkles on the forehead, a little haircut. Beige and brown suit with a black, unassuming tie.

Pierre differed significantly from him but only made almost the same impression. Fat, in glasses with a grey beard and moustache, although without hair on his head. Nicole doesn’t know why, but Alain seemed to her to be something between a ‘rude’ and a ‘boy.’

He had thick, but still grey eyebrows, a pair of thin pink lips, slightly overgrown hair, a little unshaven. The fact that the hair was slightly overgrown, and not as uncouth as their 40-year-old chief Gardinier, it didn’t make it one hundred per cent ‘rude,’ Nicole thought.

Alain held some special charm for her, a very special charm. Because of this, she didn’t consider either Gardinier, who is likely to be married, or even Raimon as her candidates. In her personal life, she wanted only Alain.

Alain himself thought differently. He had sex with her, but he constantly felt that she seemed to be placed far away from him in an emotional way. In addition to the hysteria due to the German, he couldn’t recall a single one of her emotional responses, but he hoped and waited for when she would open up, sooner or later. When she put on herself a red short dress after sex with the lights off, he asked:

“No, let me feel you not only sexually, but also emotionally. Tell me about your past, childhood, your school. Who is this man exactly, with whom you haven’t divorced?”

“I don’t want. Ask me about something else.”

“How do I get to know you better if you don’t want to talk?”

“Now is not the suitable time. I am so tired.”

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