I cut my hair illegally. On the hairdresser a large tablet "closed", the windows are laid down. You knock on the door - the blinds move, an eye appears. My eye looked at me, recognized a regular client, and I penetrated into the opening gap. While they were shaved, someone else was knocking, they looked at him, but they did not let him go. Pay only in cash. The atmosphere of Chicago in the days of dry law. I recommend.