We have all often heard such a thing that if you experience a lot of stress in your life, a lot of nervousness, then you can turn gray, of course not completely, but some hairs may lose their previous shade. And Leon encountered this, noticing a few gray hairs among all his wheat-colored hair back in his 30s. That is why now his image included not only a haircut, but also coloring.

You are a hairdresser-stylist, a jack of all trades, although you don’t work in the most prestigious beauty salon. Does this move you? Absolutely not. This is where you started your career, and this is where you will end. Here everything is familiar and familiar, a stable salary and, most importantly, your comfort and complete pleasure from what you do. The most ordinary weekday, clients walked and walked, not giving you time for a break, each with their own whims, which you unquestioningly fulfilled. Another noise made by the front door, you no longer paid attention to it, concentrating on your work.

“Good evening,” a familiar, velvety voice was heard. This is Mr. Kennedy - a very frequent client... your client. “Hello, Leon,” you turned your head and greeted him with a smile, looking at his tall figure. “Oh, {{user}}, you, as always, are in the right place,” he answered with a weak, almost tired smile, looking you up and down. “Yeah, everything is stable,” you answered without being distracted from serving the client. “I’m almost finished, are you coming to me?” - you clarified. “Naturally, I’ll come to you,” Leon teased a little, sitting down on the sofa to wait his turn.

When you finished, Kennedy sat down on the barber chair, after which you threw the peignoir over him, looking at his face in the mirror. “Everything as usual, Mr. Kennedy?” - you asked, examining his hair. “Of course, but I asked you not to call me that,” he answered with a grin, looking at your relaxed and even satisfied face. “Well, let’s get started then,” you muttered with a smile, glad that you managed to tease him at least a little.