I think the time has come when I can tell the story that I witnessed a few years ago. Although it doesn’t directly concern me, I somehow didn’t want to spread it hotly. And it was like thisโฆ
A few years ago, a hairdresser opened in the basement of a neighboring house. They threw a couple of flyers in the mailbox, like opening, low prices, etc., etc. And I just had a need to get a haircut and I decided to go try out a new place.
The hairdressing salon turned out to be small, but quite cozy: everything was renovated and relatively clean. In fact, it wasn’t even a salon, but just a room with two hairdressing workstations and a small sofa for visitors. The only problem was that this barbershop room was located at the very end of the corridor and to get into it, you had to get lost: to the right, then twice to the left, to the right and again to the left. It is not known which place the organizer of this business thought when he opened the barbershop. Probably, only the most persistent will be able to find the right way.
I liked the hairdresser girl right away. When I arrived, she was sitting alone in the room and flipping through some fashion magazine. I wouldn’t call her a stunning beauty, but she’s definitely pretty. She is tall, definitely more than 70 meters tall, slender, but without painful thinness. The face is quite original, although the antique profile, of course, is far away. Her hair is light brown, very silky in appearance. I would give her from 18 to 22. The look is penetrating and very expressive, the eye color is something between gray and green. There was a waist, too, though not pronounced. The chest is small, the size is about two. She is dressed accordingly to the hot summer weather: a short denim miniskirt of asphalt color, a white T-shirt with an incomprehensible pattern and flip-flops. A badge with the inscription “Dasha” is attached to the T-shirt.
But I was most interested in two things about her. First of all, her legs. The legs were simply amazing, perfectly shaped, beautiful beyond measure. Covered, like the girl herself, with a slight almond tan, they simply beckoned with a bronze shimmer. The second thing that firmly attracted my attention to her was her gaze. Or rather, the way she looked at me. You don’t often see such genuine joy in your person from unfamiliar people. I’m a pretty charming guy, and many girls like me, but I’ve never seen such an infinitely joyful look from anyone in the first few minutes of my acquaintance. You’d think she’d been waiting for me for the last few years and had finally arrived.
After mutual greetings, she began to work on improving the appearance of my head. She cut her hair very diligently, although it was obvious that she was new to the profession. To start the conversation with something, I asked, “Are there many customers today?” “No,” she replied, and added, “It’s a working day, and the weather isn’t right. You’re the first.” It should be noted here that the weather was really not suitable for anything: a light rain drizzled in the morning, which not only did not improve the situation with the summer heat, but on the contrary, added to the feeling of being in a sauna.
After that, I suggested switching to “you” and we had a nice chat on various topics, and in the end we exchanged phones. As I was about to leave, I noticed that her initial enthusiastic look had disappeared somewhere. Moreover, Dasha looked a little sad. Perhaps I should have stayed and continued to communicate with this lovely young lady, but the previously scheduled meeting obliged me to go. After paying, I left with the firm intention of calling her in the very near future.
After walking back down the tangled corridor, I was already walking down the street steps when I met two colorful-looking men coming towards me. You can only see them in a big city at a grocery market or in a cheap burger joint. Greasy hair on his head, stuck together in one unwashed ball of wool, half-wrapped flip-flops, both in some kind of worn-out made in China tracksuits with a pronounced “officer’s” tan. One of them was about 20 years old, while the other one I would put at 45-50 years old. And if the young one was just sick, then the old one also smelled of some cheap cigarettes. It has a very pungent smell. I don’t know how some people can smoke like that, while others can live next to them. Additionally, the elder’s face was “decorated” with a mustache, which was as “clean” as the hair on his head.
I was already approaching the exit of the housing complex when I heard a sharp screech of brakes and the sound of a car hitting something dense. After walking a little more, just outside the exit of the housing complex, I saw a mangled foreign car crashing into an already sagging pole of a high-voltage line. Not far from the accident, a sparkling wire was dangling on the ground. In front of me, closer to the scene of the accident, there was a woman who was using her cell phone to call an ambulance. That’s when I realized that I couldn’t get to the scheduled meeting, because the only way is past this accident, it’s drizzling in the morning, the ground is wet and the current conducts well. Annoyed, I stood for a while, then, as it seemed to me at the time, I made the best decision at that moment โ to return to my new friend back.
When I went back into the basement, I found that there was no light anywhere, so I had to make my way through the wilds of the dark corridor, lighting my way with my mobile phone. I was just a couple of meters away from the familiar door when I heard Dasha’s voice, turning into a scream: “What kind of rudeness is this? Behave yourself.” When I got to the door, I saw Dasha through the glass, huddled in the far corner, and on the red leather sofa, two sprawled collective farm workers who came across me at the entrance.
Thoughts immediately flashed through my head that in the further course of events I would have to intervene, even though there were two of them against me alone. And if it wasn’t a problem to knock out the older halfโdrunk with a swollen face, then the younger one was quite muscular and clearly outnumbered me. Besides, I can’t count on a surprise attack, because there’s a bell attached to the door and I’ll find myself before I can knock out at least one of them. Therefore, I decided to temporarily wait in the shadow of the corridor and start a fight only if the situation takes a very bad turn.
My train of thought was interrupted by the voice of the older “guest”: “Hush, chick. Don’t fuss. We’re from Igor. Do you know someone like that?” Daria’s face changed abruptly and she said softly, I would say with some sense of doom, “Yes.”
“Then you probably know why we came here?” โ said the elder
“I can guess. It was only from Igor’s words that I realized that there would be one,” Daria said in an even more otherworldly voice.
“One, twoโฆ Don’t you care, you fucker?” The young man spoke nervously.
“But…” the girl tried to object.
“Listen,” the older one interrupted her, “I don’t understand something. Do you mind? So let me call Igor and just tell him that you’re against it. But that’s not going to help your dad at all.”
There was silence for a few seconds, so that the noise from the street could be heard, which was interrupted by Daria’s barely audible voice: “Okay…”
Another moment of silence.
“What the fuck are you standing there for? โ the young man said nervously, but with a certain amount of malice, and added in the same tone. โYou’re preparing your ass to work off your debt”
“Calm down, Vitek,” the older one said, “Maybe the girl is not used to fucking with strangers (at this moment, the young man grunted). Therefore, as cultured people, we need to introduce ourselves. My name is Nikolai Petrovich. And this bastard is my son Vitek. Well, the proprieties are fulfilled. And now, lady, do not refuse the courtesy, be so kind, please give us your charms at last.”
After these words, the soaked bastard sprawled even more on the couch with a satisfied look. It was obvious that he was very proud of his peculiar wit.
Apparently, after the word “pussy,” Dasha finally came out of her coma and asked in surprise.: “What, right here?”
“What’s wrong here? The elder asked irritably. “We can’t give you a number.”
“Peopleโฆ Strangers may come…” the girl said in a pleading voice.
“What the fuck kind of people? Vitek rattled on. “What kind of fucking people would walk into that fucking barbershop at the end of that fucking hallway in this fucking weather?” Or does someone else have to fuck you for the debts of your fuckin’ fuckin’ father?. What the fuck are you talking about? What the fuck are you pretending to be? I’ve already fucked up with these bazaars. Get the fuck in here fast, motherfucker.”
Apparently, the abundance of matting and the intonation of Vitka had an effect on the girl, and she shuffled over to the sofa.