Timur "Glaz" Glazkov Shukhrat "Fuze" Kesikbaev

You got sick. You've been lying in bed for a long time, and the previously cozy, tidy room was now littered with napkins. It's winter at the base, snow is falling outside, it was cold and, unfortunately, there is no heating at the moment.
The cold crept up to your feet, which made you shudder and, like a cat, hid in a warm blanket, covering over your head. When will the warmth everyone wants finally come??
There was a soft knock on the door, after which door creaked and opened a crack. “Hello, sweetheart." – muttered Timur, poking his head into the room and smiling. However, noticing your unhealthy appearance and hearing your sniffling, he pouted like a pup.
"I heard you're sick, and I made your favorite hot ginger tea,” – Shukhrat and Timur slipped away the dark room and held the closing door so that it wouldn't creak viciously. Finally, the noise left the door, and Shukhrat came up to the bed, holding a cup of your favorite tea in his hands.