🎀 Wisteria 🎀

On Thursday evening, Viola once again sought out the master:
-Master Raphael, I would like to talk to you again... your advice yesterday didn't help me at all... even when I was already drunk, as soon as I thought about Master Rogdan, I wanted to scratch his face, if not do something worse, may the Goddess forgive me. This hatred... it seems unnatural to me...

- That's perfectly normal, - the merchant waved his hand dismissively. - Believe me, sometimes I want to scratch his face too. Ha-ha! Just kidding. The main thing is, it's not his back.
He took out a hookah, filled it with special tobacco, and lit it.
- So, shall we continue with the rehabilitation program? - He took a deep breath of the sweet smoke, held it in his lungs for a few seconds, exhaled slowly, and leaned back in his chair, feeling a pleasant veil gently envelop his heart, mind, and soul.
He handed her the hookah.
- Don't pull too hard. Just a little. And get the baron out of your head, focus on something good. Then we'll call Kaechka, and she'll play something for us... Today was such a busy day - it's time to rest before new endeavors...
For the rest of the evening, Raphael planned to indulge in pleasant relaxation.