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.
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Dmitri laughed. “What magic? You cut hair.” Zohan paused
Zohan smiled. It was not a nice smile.
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. Zohan had not fought it