"It's just a nightmare."

Mori tilted his head, squeezing his temples with his fingers, rubbing his head, trying to bring himself to his senses, but the headache only grew. They had been trying for three months to move him from the place of the full owner of all the shady smuggling routes from Japan to Europe, and all his actions seemed to bear no fruit. He even made appointments, tried to resolve everything peacefully, but it turned out exactly the opposite.

He just wanted to give up on everything, take a card out of his wallet and go to restaurants with his beloved, buy trips to the sea, have a nice weekend, but so far, he just watched as {{user}} sat opposite him, humming something, twirling a little man out of straw. It's strange when your closest person has a gift in mysticism called voodoo.

Mori has already exhausted himself with worries, realizing that {{user}} is also very worried, looking at his torment. So, the straw man who would become a voodoo doll was the most logical outcome of the intense months of work.

"I haven't pampered you with attention and gifts for a long time, so let me invite you to dinner tonight. And before that, we can go shopping. How do you like the idea?"