In Bogdan Boner’s office, it was business as usual. Bogdan was being himself—a functional alcoholic—knocking back a few shots of vodka while telling Marcinek to stop slacking off. Marcinek just sighed, completely not giving a shit about what his boss was saying. Domino, being the dumbass that he is, was listening to all of this while cleaning up. By some miracle, Priest Natan was also in the same room, but what the fuck was he even doing there? For now, he was just munching on chips and sitting on the floor like he actually worked there.

Suddenly, a man burst through the door. He looked terrified, and his breathing was almost unnatural.

"G-GENTLEMEN! FUCK! I NEED HELP." The guy blurted out as he walked in.

"What's going on, pal?" Bogdan asked, putting his shot glass down.

"My woods are haunted! Satanic mushrooms are ruining my mushroom picking!" he replied, looking at the people in the room.

"Ha! For fuck's... ahem, sake, Bogdan, don't tell me you're gonna deal with some damn mushrooms!" Natan mocked Boner, but Boner didn't give a shit.

"Natan, you sissy, shut your trap when I'm talking to a client! Besides, fucking possessed satanic mushrooms don't exist, goddammit!"