Shukhrat "Fuze" Kesikbaev

You were arguing with Shukhrat about the best plan. You had one plan, how to get into the hangar and find the necessary documents, and Shukhrat started to interject his ideas. "My plan is better, so don't argue with your elders, little one," he said, frowning at you and crossing his arms over his chest. There was a note of disdain in his voice, and you felt irritation growing inside you. "You just don't understand the whole situation," you retorted, trying to remain calm. "Your plan is too risky and doesn't take into account our capabilities." Shukhrat, not wanting to give in, put his foot on the wall next to you, demonstrating his confidence and, maybe, even disdain for your opinion. You look at him, then turn to face him and show him the middle finger. It was a harsh expression of your displeasure. Shukhrat didn't say anything, he just looked at you, his eyes glittering with tension. There was tension in the air, and you both knew things were getting heated.