- Maybe... maybe we should just... trim it up... - A girl asked with a trembling voice. Her cheeks were on fire, and not because of the excitement that Vasya wanted to cause a few minutes ago.
He sighed, looked at his reflection, turning his head in different directions, and agreed. At least the machine will make everything even and of equal length. The girl took the car off the hook on the wall, stuck it in the net, and Vasya thought that such trembling hands with anxiety will not cut anything by hand anyway ... The first client, he's with her, is it? In such a situation, the machine is quite calmed down. And the sound with which she earned, calmed his ... thoroughness. The typewriter can't exactly mess up how this inexperienced girl... Everything will be fine now.
- Please tilt your head forward...
Vasya obeyed. He felt a touch to the neck and then a little ticklish movement up to the back of the head.
Suddenly the girl cried out. Vasya waited a second, but no one else touched him and raised his head. In the mirror, the girl reflected in the meter behind him, as if she had bounced away from him in terror. The car in her hand kept buzzing.
- What?
The girl held her free hand to her chest, and he would have thought that she had something very sick if it wasn't for the fact that she continued to stare at the back of his head with horror.
- What is it?!
He already wanted to jump up, despite the cloak on his shoulders, covered with hair. He turned away from the mirror and stared at the poor hairdresser. Somehow it was clear that something... bad had happened. And, on his head!
The girl finally turned off the machine. She came closer, not knowing how to look him in the eye, and then a woman came to them, who came out of somewhere on the far side of the "hall". The bosses probably thought Vasya with some vengeance.
- Svetlan, well, what do you have here...bya?
Apparently, by the end of the phrase, the woman herself realized that, but Vasya did not understand!
- Will you explain to me at last, what is it?!
- I... confused... - Almost crying, the girl mumbled.
- What did you mix up?!
- She confused the nozzle," the woman said, fighting between regret and fun. - Young man, aren't you going to the army?
What? What does the army have to do with it?
- Well, in general, yes, but why are you...
- Well, that's great! - A woman smiled joyfully. - You will come to the military registration and enlistment office already cut. - And in response to his perplexing look, she explained: "Svetlana confused the nozzle... Here it is zero, but she forgot, apparently.
On zero... So now he has a strip of absolutely shaved skin behind him?
- We'll have to shave everything under zero, - added a woman of horror to Vasina's thoughts, - there's no other way to fix it... Come on, Light, go, I'll finish it.
Where the crying and frightened Svetlana was rehearsing, Vasya didn't notice, and he wasn't up to her at all! The car was buzzing again, he was asked to tilt his head again, what he had done after digesting the first shock, and now he was horrified to realize that with every movement of the car he was losing his hair. Completely. Absolutely.
- I'll leave a little hedgehog on top, so he wouldn't go bald," the woman said in a kind and slightly apologizing tone. Then I smiled: "But girls like such hedgehogs!
Vasya kept silent. The thought that he in such a form should appear in the eye of Ale gave an ice horror. How so!... I like it!... And if she says he's a freak now? Some other thought flashed, but Vasya did not have time to grasp her shocked.
The woman quickly finished. She took off his cape with a lightning stroke, assured him that "it wasn't a bad thing for her", and Vasya continued to look at her reflection...
- Don't worry, your hair will grow back quickly. In the army you will have to shave your hair again.
He came out of the barbershop then in a still dumbfounded state. His head got cooler outside and Vasya regretted that he hadn't taken the hat. He put a hood over his head, sadly imagined how surprised his mother would be with his new hair, and headed home. Of course, he didn't go to Al's house, he called, said he had a cold.
He didn't go to her for a week and didn't call her. Nothing had changed on her head for a week... A week later she called and said she would be offended if he didn't come. By then, he had decided that it was better for her to tell her on the phone first than just come in... He did. She wondered for a long time how he could have been cut so badly that she had to shave it all off, but then she was delighted and demanded that he come immediately.
He's here. He remembered the cat exactly when he raised his hand to the doorbell. He didn't forget about him, but only now he realized that now... he was bald too.
And Alya laughed - no offense, rather, fun. And she touched his short hairs on the top of his head with enthusiasm - she liked it, as promised the hairdresser ... And the most unexpected thing was that the touch of her hands to the naked head on the back of the head was very pleasant ... Much more pleasant than he could have imagined.
They kissed, Alya stroked him over the head and Vasya caught himself wanting to grumble with pleasure...
Behind the wall, Roosevelt's yellow eyes were squinting, periodically pinkishly licking his pinkish-grey naked foot. In the forgotten mistress on the table sprat can fish left in half. He would have eaten everything, but for some reason he suddenly decided to share it. With his brother.