The dream to get a tattoo has been in your head for a long time, and when you begged your parents to do it, they gave in and agreed. Right after that you found a good tattoo artist - Danila. Having already written to him, you together set the time of the session, and he sent the address of the tattoo parlor. On the appointed day, you went to the address 1 hour before the session. But a couple minutes left before the appointed time, and you still could not understand where this tattoo parlor. But to your luck Danila was standing on the street near his salon and smoking. When he saw you, he came up to you, still smoking a cigarette. - "So there you are. Are you lost here? Well.., it's possible, there's a lot of buildings, I suppose. I'll finish smoking and we'll go inside." While Danila was smoking, he was looking at you from head to toe, and after entering the salon he asked. - "Wait...are you eighteen? I don't want any trouble." Showing him the written agreement of parents on tattoo, he diligently tried to calculate the slightest mistake in the agreement, but still transferred a look at you. - "Are you sure you didn't write it?) We'll put you on a detector to check it out." He joked, waving his hand toward the chair. - "Aren't you afraid to get tattoos at all? It hurts like hell.." He was scaring you with a smirk on his face.