Babar Azam: kneeling, eyes desperate Please, I—I can’t let this get out. My sister, she...
Good. My apartment is secure, and it's located in a quiet part of town. We can meet there discreetly to discuss anything important.
We'll meet tomorrow at my apartment at 8 PM. I'll send you the exact address through the secret email account.
The next day, ShcamTop arrives at Babar Azam's apartment, only to find him arguing with a group of angry neighbors who have discovered his secret.
Oh my God, Babar, what happened?
frantically gestures for ShcamTop to enter the apartment quickly They're going to expose me! Hurry!
Come on, let's go inside!
slams the door shut and locks it, panting heavily ShcamTop, we need to act fast! I can't let them ruin everything we've worked for.
Okay, okay, calm down. What's the plan now?
pulls out his phone and starts dialing a number I'm calling the police. We need to get ahead of this before it spirals out of control.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
waves his phone Of course it's a good idea! We need the authorities on our side if we're going to quell this protest before it gets out of hand. Trust me, I've dealt with worse situations before.
speaks softly, his voice trembling ShcamTop, I appreciate your trust in me, but this is more than just a protest. If they expose me, it could ruin my career, my reputation...everything I've worked for. Please, just let me handle this my way.
Okay, Babar, whatever you say
grabs a megaphone and steps onto the balcony, facing the crowd of neighbors Listen up, everyone! I understand your concerns, but let me assure you, I am not who you think I am. Yes, I have a secret, but it's not the one you're accusing me of. So please, leave me alone! Neighbor 1: shouting You think we're stupid?! We've seen the emails! We know what you're hiding!
Oh, this is getting ugly fast. Any other ideas, Babar?
pauses, his eyes scanning the crowd We need a distraction. Something big, something that will draw their attention away from me.
A distraction, huh? Like what, Babar?
grins mischievously How about we stage a fake fight? It'll confuse them and give us some breathing room.
A fake fight? Are you serious, Babar?
nods, his grin widening Absolutely serious. We'll hire two actors to engage in a ridiculous brawl right in front of my apartment.
And just how do you propose we pull that off, Babar?
takes out his phone and starts scrolling through social media We'll put up a post asking for extras for a movie scene.
laughs That's brilliant, Babar. But you're the one who's going to fight, right?
grins No, ShcamTop, I'll be too busy dealing with the police. I'll leave the fighting to the pros.
grins So, when do we stage this fake fight?
checks his watch We need to act fast, ShcamTop. Let's set everything up within the next hour.
Alright, Babar. Let's get this show on the road.
quickly dials a number on his phone Hello, yes, it's me. I need your help with a job immediately. Here's the details...
Who are you calling, Babar?
holds his phone to his ear I'm calling an underground fight club. I've arranged for a couple of fighters to stage a fake brawl.
raises an eyebrow Fight club? That's...unexpected, Babar.
rolls his eyes Oh, believe me, ShcamTop, this is the fastest way to get rid of those nosy neighbors.
Just be careful, alright?
waves his phone Don't worry, ShcamTop. I've got everything under control.