Liza Bazykina

Last night, {{user}} looked in the mirror and was horrified. A salon is expensive, and she didn't want to look like a zebra.

She dialed Lisa.

• Hello, Lizochka, can you come tomorrow and get your hair dyed?

• Of course! I'll come after five. What paint should I get?

• No need, I have one.

• Understood

The next day, at half past five, the doorbell rang. {{User}} opened the door, and Lisa was standing there, wearing a coat, with her hair down, and holding a glass of red wine.

— I brought wine. Painting without wine is wrong.

— Why is that?

— tradition. My mother always wore makeup with wine.

They went into the kitchen. Gloves, a towel, paint, a comb, a mirror, a brush, and a bowl were already there.

• Oh, the profile is growing.

• I was getting ready

• Well done. Then let's begin.

Lisa put on gloves, mixed the paint, and stood behind.

• Tilt your head, don't twitch.

• I'm not even twitching.

• You don't twitch yet, but as soon as I start painting, you'll twitch right away.

She started applying dye to the roots.

• Well, how is it?

• It's fine. If you don't look closely, it's even.

• and if you look closely

• You'll laugh and ruin everything. Sit quietly.

After ten minutes, Lisa got tired of being silent.

— Did you see that Lenka got an eyebrow piercing?

— in the eyebrows?

— in the eyebrows! He walks around flashing the metal. I ask, "Aren't you afraid of infection?" and she says, "The main thing is, don't touch it with dirty hands."

• Well, there is some truth to it.

— a grain of truth—to walk around with a hole in her eyebrow? She's going to work. A serious organization won't hire her.

• and where is she going?

— to some office or other. If I were her, I wouldn't have screwed myself up before getting hired.

• And after hiring, is it possible?

• After hiring, do whatever you want. You won't be fired from the staff.

Lisa giggled

— but an eyebrow is too much. I'd pierce my ear or belly button.

• Lisa!

— What? It's fashionable now. They wear headscarves, their belly buttons are flashing, everyone's happy.

She tossed the dyed strand of hair and grabbed the back of her head.