It was in the 90s. And when again? It was in those years that the salons of black and white magic worked around, and the advertising of these salons was streamed on TV. And one young man, who had his own small advertising studio, signed up to advertise a center of black magic called "Infernalus". But here it was, the salon is like that. With a display.
The witches were greedy, the advertisement was approved, and the money was not given. How were these issues solved in those years? Obviously not in the arbitration court. He complained to a familiar bandit. They went to the sorcerers. The center of magic looked like a rough decoration – black walls, a circle of skulls, kabbalist signs, a reversed star on the floor, a goat tower with horns. Everything as required. The witches were dressed in black hats with hats, the main hair was painted in a radical black color, and in general, the owners of this institution turned out to be people bold and fearless.
When asked, "will they give him (the advertiser stood next to him) a grandmother?" the witches replied that it was only their business, and that it was not worth it to address them with such a hernia. In addition, they can curse him, the bandit, that is, so that he will regret coming to them. They are the type of magicians in the fifth generation, and if they perform one ritual, then he is a dead man. Instead of answering, the eldest of the brothers loaded the chief magician in his jaw with his right hand and said:
“B...who are you gathered to frighten, serpent? Who are you talking to, P*D? I am baptized, I give to the temple, I have a cleric. I will destroy your sorcery.
And for his faithfulness, the brother added the fell on the floor wizard several times from his foot. The wizard quickly realized that he was risking to know the horrors of the Inquisition, and said that the money right now will give back that they are in the safe. And gave it.