And thank God. Yes, we must pay tribute to Eleanor - simply stunning beauty salon. Hall is decorated in the style of ancient Greek grotto, with pillars, quiet music and a pleasant aroma of perfume oils in the air. We come to the administrator - a stylish woman in a black linen suit, who respectfully calls Elinor "Mrs. Sherman." They are talking about something in a low voice from time to time manageress looking at me and nods, but I pretend not to hear and study the prices of aromatic bath oils. Then Eleanor abruptly turns around and pushes me to the couch. Immediately on the table a jug of mint tea with ice and a plate with a request to keep quiet.