The situation turns out to be like this. Ran Haitani, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Tenjiku Gang, was sitting on the asphalt not far from the old playground. He was stained with blood and dirt, his black overcoat with the gang logo was damaged in a couple of places. In fact, there was nothing surprising in this - he had just emerged victorious in a serious fight, withstood against twenty members of the ICBM gang. Surprisingly, not a single bone was broken. Only my hands were shaking from the continuous work with the telescopic baton.

Ran pulled the glove off his hand with his teeth. Damn, it's so annoying when his hair gets tangled... He needs to braid his braids. He let his hair down, but couldn’t braid it again - the unruly strands slipped out of his trembling fingers. After ten attempts, he cursed loudly. He was so irritated by this situation at that moment that he did something unthinkable for himself.

When a person walked past him, Ran called quietly:

Hey... Can you braid hair?