Ah, trouble with women. Vlad found himself feeling genuinely sympathetic despite himself; it was too familiar a story. Although, of course, in his case, he was obviously the superior specimen and the barrier between their love was a bit more complicated...

Shampoo and Mousse? That was a bit much, stretching coincidence. That there were apparently two sadistic or hair-obsessed parents in Mousse's home was vaguely amusing, but he wouldn't bring it up. "Now, you mustn't think like that. If you're sincere about this Shampoo, you shouldn't let temporary setbacks get in your way. You have to be ready to be hurt, and you have to be ready to crush your rivals, in order to get the woman of your dreams!"