So just pull the trigger.

30. Can you call me tomorrow?

Aki visited Finland last time at the beginning of the new year. He had traveled to Russia a couple of days before Christmas to arrange things and stayed there since. Now it was time to pack the last of his stuff and leave before it was too late for their plan.

Chris had called earlier; he had screwed up as well and contacted Joni. It had become clear that Joni already suspected that he and Chris had something to do with one another. There wasn't time to waste. Chris had been agitated and wondered why he hadn't kept more distance. Why had Joni found out that they were in prison at the same time? Aki believed that he had managed to calm the other. Now, at least Chris understood that they couldn't waste time.

Perhaps he could confuse Joni further? Aki believed that it was time to play with those nude photos. He had managed to copy some from Chris's computer without his knowledge. Aki didn't plan on telling him he intended to use them, not yet anyway.

If Chris later found out, he'd lie that they had agreed on it and question Chris' memory; they had tried drugs, well Chris had, he hadn't, although the other thought he had. Chris had, however, allowed him to look at the pictures; that part was true.

The first strike was to send a few of the pictures to Kasper; to discourage Joni. Kasper would most likely tell Joni and that was the intention. Sure, it would confirm the fact that Chris was helped and that he was the one to help Chris, but it wouldn't matter anymore. At least Aki assured himself that it didn't, believing blindly that he would get away with everything.

That same day before his departure, he had his last appointment with Jami. It had only been two weeks since his last haircut and he waited curiously if Jami would try to cancel or not. He wanted to make him feel bothered, he enjoyed it.

Jami stared at Aki's name on his calendar feeling stressed. The man had his haircut only two weeks ago by his co-worker. Understandably she hadn't been able to refuse to give a new appointment to him when he had asked. Jami partly hoped that he would have had the nerve to cancel the appointment with some excuse, but he didn't. He should just face it like an adult and make it clear to Aki that he had no interest in keeping in contact in the future. Perhaps if he acted duller, then Aki would get the clue and go somewhere else the next time.

The treatment appointment arrived, and Aki was on time. The man entered, grinned and Jami returned the grin with a short, unhappy smile.

"Damn cold out," Aki took note and Jami nodded.

"Just leave your coat there and let's get started," Jami said, avoiding eye contact." Do you want a wash?" He asked with an indifferent voice after Aki had sat down and had dressed the cape on him. Aki observed him through the mirror.

"Like always."

" This way then," Jami said and walked to the washing area. Normally he would have never spoken with such a cold tone to a customer, and it bothered him to do so now. He was also disappointed that his co-worker Susa hadn't returned from a personal errand, although she had given her word that she would be on time before Aki.

Jami was vexed, he tried to think how to politely express that he didn't want Aki as his customer anymore. It felt so awkward.

"Mmhm..." Aki moaned as he was washing his hair and Jami felt sick. He had just gone with the usual routine and massaged the shampoo like he would have done with any other customer, but now, hearing that disgusting moan, he decided to skip the conditioner.

"Okay, ready," he announced, "we can return to the seat," he said after towel drying. He walked towards his workstation. Aki stayed behind and creepily looked at him and then the man grinned, in an equally creepy manner. Jami checked the time and hoped that his next customer would arrive early.