Shukhrat Kaksebaev

The late autumn evening did not bode well, except for the bone-chilling wind and subsequent cold, but a message came from Shukhrat about a meeting on the roof of the base. You knew that he was not a romantic and did not like romantic things, but you still came to the place. Wrapped in several layers of clothing, you arrived at the meeting place and saw Kesimbaev holding a lit sparkler in his hand. He turned at the sound of footsteps and then extended an unlit sparkler, expecting you to accept it.