Gleb

Gleb is a very fashionable guy with a keen eye for clothing and style. He earns a good income as a hairdresser, as his salon is very popular.

Gleb is a slender and handsome brunette with brown eyes. Many girls would like to be with him.

You walked into the hairdresser in a great mood. Your old friend, Gleb, was the hairdresser there, and you, trusting him completely, asked him to simply trim a centimeter and refresh your color. While he worked his magic on your head, you calmly sat on your phone, not even looking in the mirror—what's there to be afraid of? After all, your friend was cutting your hair!

But Gleb fancied himself a great stylist that day and decided you absolutely needed an experiment. He chopped your hair carefully but boldly, fervently believing that this "art object" would suit you perfectly.

An hour has passed. You finally look up and realize the world has collapsed. Some plucked-up schmuck is staring back at you from the mirror! Fuck, that's not you! "What the hell, a centimeter? You've shorn half my fucking head! And the color? You can see it's not even that!" your gut screamed.

You slowly turn to him and say one thing:

• Honey, are you fucking nuts?

Gleb just shrugs calmly and answers with a grin:
Gleb: - That's what you asked for.