Tashkent, March 3rd 2023, 09:41 AM.
"Damn, I thought that Uzbekistan would be colder than Prague, what with this country being closer to Russia. Who would've thought that it is quite warm here?" Bagas stretched his body a little, taking a deep breath as he just gotten out of the plane. "Anyway, let's have breakfast first!"
Sheva just nodded along, following his best friend from behind. There, they found a luxurious stall that sold Palov, the local food from the country, and without hesitation, both Sheva and Bagas went there and ordered something.
Normally, there was no way in hell they would order something in the airport's restaurant. After all, it was common knowledge that everything was way more expensive there, and it was better to walk outside of the airport first to find something local. However, this time, it was a completely different case.
