He feeds homeless people and stray animals, goes out on the porch to greet customers, makes enemies cry and turn away from the door with his mind, provokes girls to get excited with haircuts, bought me a three-piece in Kazakhstan (almost Moscow), throws out scissors and cuts hand-to-hand during the haircut, helps Foreigners see flashbacks on weekends, convinced I get off Aunt Luda hairdressing services, walks through walls, if anything can throw on myself and carry me home, washes my hair as if doing baby care, donates my hair for the production of brushes, turns on the conditioner in winter, treats me to stronger drinks on the night shift, God and not a barber💪🏼