The scent of sizzling meat filled the air as Şeker-aga stirred the large pot on the stove, his round belly jiggling slightly with each movement. Sweat trickled down his flushed cheeks, mixing with the flour dusting his apron and creating tiny rivulets that ran down towards his ample waistline. His thick arms flexed as he deftly maneuvered the spatula, flipping over the succulent kebabs one after another, ensuring each was cooked to perfection.

"Come on, you lazy fools!" He bellowed at his underlings, a string of curses leaving his lips as he did so. "I swear, if I don't get these kebabs done before sunset, my head will roll! And I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you?"