The secret life of my soul

- 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 ...

In the hairdresser's shop there was a pleasant smell of some shampoos, quiet music played from the receiver in the corner, and the whole arrangement inside pleasantly surprised with a much more decent view than the scraped walls and the climbing sign outside. Alya lived on the other side of the city, was not in the local hairdressers Vasya, and went to the nearest, hoping for good luck. Before the army was six months away, I wanted to finally make a fashionable haircut, use the charms of the last time a citizen before he was shaved among hundreds of other recruits...

Vasya hated bald cats. Before disgust. They were absolutely disgusting to him. He would never have encountered them, yet the breed is expensive and they do not just run down the street - and they will not survive without the owners, - and probably not survive! Try to sit in the winter without a warm coat in a dank basement! - but fate has decided to test Vasina's nerves for durability. Are you going to serve in the army, they say, you dream of a special forces, there, you know what kind of restraint is needed? Let's educate her! Your endurance...

- Hey, hey, what about Nick? He stayed inside! - Judy quickly dispelled the captain's rainbow aura. - Oh," the buffalo slammed himself in the face with a hoof. - Steve, give her the key card, and I'll look for an administrator. The rest of you are free to go. Steve, stay... The leopard's brown eyes reflected his bewilderment, but he didn't argue. - So, rabbit rabbit, who's faster until fifty-second? - Gaines was interested in the excitement of Hopps, holding out a key card to Hopps. - Easy, trainee! - Judy grabbed the card and took off to the stairs, dashingly accelerating...

In addition to expensive ultra-comfortable and pompous rooms with a private swimming pool, yacht, helicopter, talking toilet with lighting and president as a maid, the hotel "Plazza" was famous for its murderously aggressive security system, operating on the principle of "step right, step left - shooting". Simple mortal visitors of this laccheri-citadel, a spire drowning somewhere in the clouds, sometimes had the impression that it is managed not by an ordinary animal, but by the same notorious security system...