Timur looked at the other Timur with eyes full of terror. He stepped on the desk and bellowed.
"Who the f*ck you?!" The doppelganger in front of him was as astonished as he was. He, too, pulled out his sword.
"Who the f*ck are you?" The tips of both Timur's sabers were shaking; they were having a hard time keeping their cool.
The woman who owned the restaurant yelled from the side.
"Get the f*ck out of my restaurant and have your bullsh*t out there." Timurs seated their swords, paid for their meals, and left the eatery.
They circled each other cautiously. The other Timur was wearing braids and leather armor. However, it was unmistakable that they were identical. When the moments of shock were gone, they weren't at each other's throats anymore.
"I'm Timur." Timur in front of him nodded. "I'm Timur too." They both exchanged puzzled glances, trying to comprehend the situation. It was as if they had stumbled upon a long-lost twin.
