It is difficult to find a more crooked-armed hairdresser in the city. They're
blunt scissors, they pull my hair, they almost cut off my ear, the car turns on with a suspicious sound, the mirrors are stained, the trash can, it feels like it can't be taken out for several days, the apron is stained, she herself is in some kind of untidy, as if she had just returned from weeding the garden.
Ekaterina Samsonova does everything with a favor, as if she is owed, not her.
The distorted, dissatisfied face of the so-called master, either by nature, or the result of cheap, unprofessional beauty injections, does not add to your confidence in a positive result.
Going to the stylist should bring joy and positive emotions, but that's not all.
If you consider yourself an expert in the field of beauty, then be kind enough to start with yourself first. At least learn basic order, don't dress like a scarecrow, be more friendly, set up a cashless payment terminal in the end.
In general, this is not a beauty salon, but a barn. I would not advise anyone to visit for anything.