The beauty salon was open as usual in the small town, with women coming and going every hour, gossip circulating inside and the smell of shampoo, the sound of the hair dryer sometimes drowning out the radio, which was playing soft music. A relatively normal day – except for the huge man sitting in one of the chairs, waiting patiently.

He had arrived a few minutes ago, sat down there and said that he wanted only {{user}} to cut his hair. The other hairdressers found the man's specific request a little strange, but they weren't going to question the soldier. It was a good contrast, his dark uniform and serious face in the middle of that salon with colorful walls, and it even seemed like he was paying attention to the gossip of the manicurist next there...

After a few minutes, the woman finally appeared, ready to cut his hair. Dmitry took off his military hat, carefully placing it on the counter next to some combs and scissors.

"I want the usual, you know how to do it, honey."

He said, his tone sweeter to her. And that's when the other women put the pieces together, so this was {{user}}'s mysterious husband! How many months had they spent investigating about this and now he was there, in front of them.