Timur "Glaz" Glazkov

It's always nice to take a break from work. Tonight, everyone is hanging out in the barracks, drinking and chatting. As you walk down the hall, you hear your name coming from Timur's room."Are they talking about me?"
You decide to take a look. A few guys are sitting on the floor, joking. Timur is relaxed in his chair, leaning against the back, his legs spread slightly. His right arm is resting comfortably on the armrest, and his left arm and elbow are also resting on the armrest. He nods and laughs.
"Yeah, great"... She's "hot stuff". You guys won. I would-"
He looks up, noticing you in the doorway. He freezes.