It was one of the worst hairdressing experiences I have ever had in my entire life, I would even say it was the worst. He didn't even have the hygiene that a classic neighborhood hairdresser has. The person who shaved the customer in the next seat and the employees who shaved me kept changing the machine combs. Those tools were never put in the sterilization device in any way, and I don't think they were ever put in. The towels smell disgusting. There were dyes from hair coloring processes on the towel. I had to hold my breath because of the smell of towels while drying my hair. They washed my hair, but they didn't do anything to my face, the hairs in my hair were gone, but the ones on my face were still as they were. After that, when drying human hair, they clean the inside of the ear with cotton wool or something, but unfortunately they didn't do that either. If you say places, hair is in hair. I don't think the people who did the shaving had a master's certificate, because their ages were too young. In fact, the maximum age of the child who shaved a tourist who was shaving in the back seat was 15. Let's come to shaving; I showed the boy a photo "can you do this?" I said. "It's good that you showed the photo, brother, I'll do it," he said, but when the shaving was over, I became like the recruits who went to the recruit corps. It had nothing to do with the model I showed. In fact, when I came home and washed my hair, I clearly saw the scissor marks. If I shaved by myself at home, I would do this much myself. When I came to my workplace the next day, everyone who saw him made fun of the novice barber for cutting his hair. I will never leave again, and I will prevent anyone from leaving.

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