“...Finally the time has come. Lana waited until the solution was removed, then opened her eyes. “Is something wrong?” – I asked the cosmetologist. She asked this question because she didn't like the look on her face. “I’m asking you, is something wrong?” The girl quickly shook her head. But she didn’t convince Lana. “Give me a mirror,” she demanded. “Wait a little, I’ll smear my face with one cream…” “Mirror! The beautician had no choice but to give it to him. Lana looked at her reflection, screamed in fear and lost consciousness...”