The third goon, seeing this, turned to run. But he slipped on a puddle of leave-in conditioner and crashed headfirst into a display of organic combs.
“So fluffy,” Zohan murmured, running his fingers through the dog’s fur. “Like a cloud that has seen things.” watch don't mess with the zohan
It was a slow Tuesday afternoon at “Zohan’s Hair Explosion,” a modest salon wedged between a falafel stand and a store that sold only different shades of white socks. The air smelled of cinnamon hairspray and fresh hummus. Zohan Dvir, Israel’s former top counter-terrorist operative, now master stylist, was meticulously giving a poodle a blowout. The third goon, seeing this, turned to run
Zohan paused. He remembered. The cat, a vicious Maine Coon named General Fluffenstein, had terrorized three boroughs. Zohan had not fought it. He had simply conditioned it. Then, with a whisper of “ silky smooth ,” he’d transformed its battle-scarred mane into a feathered layers situation. The cat had immediately retired from violence to pursue a career as an Instagram influencer. Boris had lost everything. “Like a cloud that has seen things
Zohan stood in the center of the salon, shears held loosely at his side. The three men were frozen—partly in pain, partly in sheer humiliation. Dmitri touched his new pink Mohawk and whimpered.
“Boris wants you gone,” Dmitri snarled. “Or he sends you to the hospital. In pieces.”