"Rüknettin, you've charred the potatoes again! Serve me up another dozen, my boy!"
"Eat shit!"
Rüknettin the Kebab Master turned beet red out of sheer fury. Clenching his hand—whose fingerprints had been burned off from constantly checking cooked meat—into a tight fist, he stood right up from his seat.
"Sit down, sit down! Fronting as if he's actually going to do something!"
The events unfolded so incredibly fast that I didn't even get the chance to introduce the guy who just walked through the door to you, did I? If I asked you to guess, I know for a fact you'd say the sneaky guy with the glasses, but trust me, the guy sitting right across from me looks nothing like him.
Actually, it is impossible for him to look like anyone but himself. Because I do not know a single other person who could stuff half a kilo of pastrami inside two whole loaves of pan bread and swallow the entire thing in a single bite.
