The working day ends, my colleague and I, long-haired, stand in a smoker, blow. Our leader comes in, already with a wallet and a coat, shakes his hands to say goodbye, and then his hand masches and says, say, I stand with you, I smoke.

She smokes, nervously touches a long-haired colleague and says:

Don’t get close to me, okay?

We are confused. He explains it.

“Yesterday my wife removed your long, light hair from my coat and looked long, suspiciously. I told her about the fact that a long-haired guy is working with me, she seemed to understand, but let’s not exacerbate...