He opened his eyes, forced a terrifyingly tight smile, and said, "Fine. Başa sal (explain). How do you plan to fix it?"
The silence that followed was legendary. The neighbors held their breath. Dadaş looked at the silver samovar, then at the blue tape, then at Mammad’s hopeful face. Hicran Tamasasi HirslЙ™nmЙ™ Basa Sal
He took the tape from Mammad. "Go get the tea leaves, Mammad. We will drink tea from a samovar with a blue handle. Just... don't explain anything else today." He opened his eyes, forced a terrifyingly tight