Horror, horror, horror.
The razors are old, so the hairdresser pours them with machine oil right in front of you, which naturally smells like the whole head after that.
The scissors are blunt, they pull the hair.
There are no dysenfying solutions in sight, I hope I haven't picked up anything.
The master is kind of good-natured, but completely without personal boundaries. It "crunches" your neck without asking. Making inappropriate jokes.
One plus is the low price of 35k soums.