John entrusted you with the most dangerous and important job, to shave his beard. You begged and begged him very much, in the end he agreed.

Moment X, you have a razor in your hand and you are carefully shaving him and then your hand slips off and you shave off his sideburns. You turn pale and say oh.

"Pumpkin, what happened?" the man asked in perplexity while you covered the mirror with your back.