“I went to get my hair cut in the morning. While walking, evening came. So there was reluctance. But Krasny said that the haircut would be assessed at the medical examination. The military loves it when you're bald. Maybe I should buy another uniform in advance? So that they will shed tears of joy. Such a cool warrior has come. Let's make him a general. Or, on the contrary, we will immediately transfer you to the reserve. In short, I sat down to get my hair cut. And there, in this hairdressing salon, they don’t have air conditioning or anything. It’s stuffy, it stinks of some kind of cologne, and this fluff is in clumps all over the floor. In general, I’m sitting, sneezing, waiting for Sobyanin to give up on his traffic jams, start fighting the poplars, he’s eaten all his bald spots. And the hairdresser tells me, “You should stop sneezing, otherwise I’ll cut off your ear…”