The session started with a mess.

A man walked into my office visibly wound up.
I looked at my guys.
“Stay ready.”
Security was in position.
He suddenly pulled a pistol.
“You’re coming with me.”
I raised my hands in surrender. Security snapped into full defense.
I gave them a small nod — it’s fine.
“Weapons down.”
“Sit.”
He was shaking so hard the gun trembled in his hand.
I lit a cigarette and leaned back in my chair.
“Sit down already.
What happened?”
He sat.
“Jesus—” I took the pistol from him.
“It’s loaded and you’re shaking like this?
If you’re going to pull something like this, at least come steady.”
I dropped it to the floor and nudged it toward Michael.
He was still trembling.
“Sit still.”
I pulled a syringe from the drawer and gave him a mild sedative.
“You with me?”
He nodded.
“Spit it out.”
“I’m Caleb. You have to be with me.”
He started insisting.
“Look — everything just like you wrote. The hair, the dye, the suit. I’m his exact copy. I’m the real Caleb.”
“Still not clear. Let him show his dick,” Hades muttered.
I laughed.
“Ahem. No. You’re not Caleb. The real Caleb will be here—” I checked my watch. “—in forty minutes.”
“You’re wrong. That’s not him. It’s me. I’m Caleb. You have to be with me.”
“Sweetheart… you won’t be able to keep up with me.”
He started crying.
I said it plainly.
“Sweetheart, Caleb can stand up even to his own father — that bastard. Truth is, Caleb can stand up to anyone. I don’t remember him ever letting anyone put him in their place.”
He kept crying.
“My dear, you look like a man who works too much.
And I like sex.
So how exactly are you planning to handle me in bed?”
“But I love you.”
“My dear, you can’t love me. To love me, you’d have to live with me. Right now you only have an image of me in your head. You don’t know the real me.”
He started calming down.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll get dressed and we’ll go to a restaurant.
You’ll take me out. You’ll court me properly.
And then we’ll figure out where to find you a knockout.
Deal?”
He flared up again.
“But I love you. I only want you.”
I winked.
“Relax. I’m not the only Asian girl out there. You like Asian girls, right?”
He hesitated.
“Exactly.
One more tiny shot and then we’ll go eat. You’re too jumpy.
You’ll even get to see the real Caleb.”
He nodded reluctantly.
I wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
I nodded to Michael.
“Run the serial.
Pull everything on him.
Remember his face.
Strict ban from approaching the estate.”
Michael nodded.
Tighten Caleb’s security immediately.




13:41
Some guy blocked my way.
Security took him down instantly.
Face down.
I waved them off.
“What do you want?”
“I need a consultation.”
“I’m about to eat. Later.”
I looked at him — red eyes, twitchy.
“Damn. He’s high,” Hades said.
“I see. I see.”
“Fine. Come in.”
“Miss—”
I rolled my eyes and looked at Mike.
You see this? There goes lunch.
We went back to the office.
The guy paced back and forth.
I waited.
Time passed.
I started getting bored.
“Alright, man. Spit it out.”
“I… you see… I… I mean she… I…”
“Got it. It’s about your daughter?”
The guy froze.
“H-how do you know?!”
“Experience. My friend. Experience.”
I realized that she’s most likely a teenager.

So what — are you supposed to announce that your dick gets hard when you look at her?
“What does she wear?”
“Doc, something’s wrong with me. What difference does it make what she wears? What am I, a pedophile? Do I need help?”
He grabbed his head.
“No.”
The guy stared at me.
“So. What’s your name?”
“Ernest.”
“What a strange name,” Hades muttered.
“Yeah, he just made it up,” Mushu muttered.
“Exactly.
Let me be clear — I don’t have medical training in this field. I didn’t study psychology.”
He stayed silent.
“But if someone sent you to me, that means my methods work.”
He nodded.
“Good.
Now. About your daughter. What does she wear?”
He grimaced.
“I don’t know. Whatever’s fashionable right now.”
Right. Her breasts are spilling out. The shorts barely cover her ass.

He dropped his gaze.
Physiology is physiology, Ernest.
Your dick picks up on breasts and ass — and the easy access to them — because everything here looks cheap and accessible.
He didn’t understand, but he nodded.
Your dick doesn’t care.
All it registers is that she’s female and available right now.
Clear?
Yes.
Here’s the decision: you and your wife go on vacation for two weeks.
Get your daughter in order. She needs to dress properly.
Whether she cries or not — not our concern. She’ll survive.
Her and her sister.
He looked stunned.
I rolled my eyes.
Good Lord.
Yes, I assume she has a sister.
Both of them dress properly. No dressing like sluts.
No long nails. No huge fake eyelashes.
Classic.
Like nuns.
And they speak properly.
No sexual hints.
Send both of them to a psychologist.
Let them get their heads straight.
Clear?
Yes — he was already writing it down in his notebook.
You need to actually fuck your wife properly.
If you keep holding back, nothing will change.
When you get back, spend time with the girls. Talk to them. Get to know them.
They’ve changed. They’re not little kids anymore.
You need to really meet them — what they love, what they like, what draws them in, who they want to become, how they see their lives.
Their dreams and everything else.
Do not postpone this, Ernest. Absolutely not.
As soon as you get back, they change immediately.
Beat them if you have to — just make sure they listen, you understand?
But he was looking at me in such a way that I was afraid he wouldn’t get the joke.
Hey — that was a joke. You can’t hit them.
He crossed it out of the list.
Some people are crazy, Hades  muttered.
Tell me about it.
And we bumped fists.
As soon as your brain truly remembers that these are your daughters — that you know them, that you genuinely love them, that they are not abstract attractive females —  Will stop being hard. He will accept them as his own 

Got it?
Yes.
Good.
And one more thing — don’t pull away from them.
I sighed, because I’ve seen how this happens. Don’t push them away. Fathers do this the moment she starts developing, starts becoming a woman. Her breasts grow, her waist takes shape — and men begin recoiling from their own daughters. They stop looking, stop touching, start keeping their distance so God forbid she notices they have a reaction.
But for a girl, that’s a nightmare.
Ernest, I’m serious. Just yesterday her dad loved her, adored her, carried her in his arms, let her ride on his shoulders. And now he flinches. Now he doesn’t come near her. She feels rejection from him. She starts shrinking inside. She thinks it’s because she’s becoming a woman.
A pattern forms in her mind — that being a woman is awkward and shameful. That looking feminine is vulgar. That having beautiful breasts is shameful. That having an ass is shameful.
And she’ll start dressing like a boy just to hide her femininity — just to win her father’s love back. Oversized hoodies, ridiculous baggy pants — anything so no one sees her chest or her hips. She becomes shapeless.
Now will Dad love her again?
Damn.
I wiped away a tear.
Got it?
Ernest started crying too.
I hugged him.
I love my daughters.
We’ve already established that… Hades muttered.
I shoved him. Idiot.
The man cried a little longer. I sat there patiently beside him. Then he pulled himself together.
Thank you.
I nodded.
Well then, boys — lunch?
The security team lit up.
I shook my head.
All they care about is food.


I sat down in my office
and asked security to put their headphones on.
The man shifted slightly.
“I have a problem.”
“Is your wife a bitch?”
“How did you guess?”
“Live with a face like that and anyone would become one. Strange she hasn’t started drinking yet,” Aide muttered.
“Experience.”
“I see.”
He grew even more uncomfortable.
I sighed.
“So, are you jerking off to donkeys?”
He froze.
“No, no, I’m not—”
I lowered my shoulders.
“Listen, I was trying to remember how you introduced yourself. Ethan, we can pretend we’re all decent people here, but time is ticking. Let’s get to the point. You tell it like it is, I give you treatment.”
He nodded.
“So again — are you masturbating to donkeys?”
He turned red.
“Right. Dogs then.”
Ethan sank lower in his seat.
“Okay. So in general — animals.”
He nodded.
“How long?”
Silence.
“Damn.”
“A year already?”
“Lord, this guy’s seriously messed up,” Aide muttered.
“Mm-hmm,” I replied.
“Anything else?”
A chill ran through me.
I realized he didn’t want to say out loud what we both understood.
With this whole obsessive trend toward very young girls,
it starts bordering on childlike faces.
I shuddered.
“Ethan, you’ll have to stop watching porn.”
He nodded.
“I’m serious. Otherwise we won’t get out of this.”
I gently lifted his chin.
“Ethan.”
I sighed.
“Listen, I’m not here to shame you. Do you hear me? I’ll explain the mechanics.
A man’s psyche is wired to crave adrenaline and novelty. The psyche of someone successful like you thrives on intensity.
The truth is— you’re pretty sick,” Aide and Mushu were nearly laughing.
But the truth was I understood the mechanism. Ethan has a wife. She’s bored him for a long time, but there are kids, a life structure — stability has weight. So he decided to experiment. Then again. And again. His psyche got hooked on danger.
Because even deviant behavior like this carries something forbidden.
Ethan’s psyche reads it as азарт — a thrill. Something secret. Something almost dangerous.
Men like Ethan are drawn to what feels hidden, almost risky.
Since he’s not actually ready to take real risks
His brain found an alternative.
Plus, Ethan feels like he’s in control.
He can turn it on; he can turn it off.
It all seems relatively safe.
So it’s actually hard for me to judge him.
Because the mechanism makes sense.
Ethan started crying.
I hugged him.
“Careful, he’s about to throw himself at you,” Aide muttered.
I stayed calm.
Security was there — they’d pull anyone away if needed.
Ethan stood up, in tears, unable to look at me.
Honestly, I respected this guy.
What it must have cost him to come and admit it.
Not to secretly die inside and beat himself up,
but to come and deal with the problem once it appeared.
“Alright.
No porn.”
He pleaded.
“Yes. Completely, Ethan.
One month without porn.
But understand — in the long run, it has to be completely off the table.
Do you understand?”
He looked upset, but he nodded.
I stayed calm.
Because for men like Ethan, discipline is a second name.
He’ll do what he promised.
“That was easier than with Sean,” Aide muttered.
I shuddered.
“Ugh.”
I sat down in my chair.
Damn, poor guys.
The porn industry isn’t considered dangerous for nothing.
It’s full of hooks for an unprepared psyche.
Alright, let’s move.
I ran downstairs, filled with a sudden lightness.
Caleb had come to pick me up.
He stepped out of the car with flowers.
I jumped into his arms
and kissed him.
“Hi, my love.”
“Hi, my little mouse.”