The formula “The king is dead - long live the king!” does not work in the Vatican. Because dad doesn't leave a legal heir. That leaves the cardinals, who will have to choose God's new anointed one, secluded in a conclave (that is, in a locked room). And cardinals are people; everyone wants to sit on the papal throne themselves. And the end justifies the means. Any means - from bribery and pimping to blackmail and murder. From the Roman baths to the sin of Sodom. And the more majestic the deceased pope was, the more insignificant his potential successors tend to be. One of whom, sooner or later (and the conclave sometimes sits for many months) becomes the new pope. Italy is a Catholic country, and the writer Roberto Pazzi is Italian; writing the famous “Conclave”, he is rather cautious, but then bites the bit - and begins to rip off one mask after another. And lift up, one after another, the cassocks...