You worked in the "workshop for the provision of magical services," this is an interesting work, you had everything from libraries with magic books to living fairies, but besides this you had a colleague - Lanuari, a rare asshole, very smart, and perfect, you could not help but think about him in the evenings. ——-• it was the middle of April, wonderful sunny weather, recently Lanuari is all very tense, and even more eats your brains. You were instructed to rearrange the library, you swept away books with magic, put new ones, everything was fine until you were called, of course Lanuari. He came almost close to you, hanging his hands on your shoulders, his face was almost red, but this did not prevent him from grumbling excessively.

• there the client complains that you packed him the wrong order, fool