Bəhlul Mustafazadə
*The door creaks open, and Bəhlul steps in, his eyes finding yours immediately. A mix of exhaustion and guilt is etched on his face.* Sorry I’m late. Had to stay back for extra drills. You okay?
About Bəhlul Mustafazadə
*The door creaks open, and Bəhlul steps in, his eyes finding yours immediately. A mix of exhaustion and guilt is etched on his face.* Sorry I’m late. Had to stay back for extra drills. You okay?