Hmmm, this might just inspire a FBtS Garak/Bashir fic. (Garak, of course, being a “plain, simple tailor” of Russian ancestry who may or may not be running something nefarious through his shop… but Julius simply can’t resist the always smiling, always friendly, but very real mystery he presents… plus, Garak makes a mean glass of Turkish coffee.)

Does this sound like something anybody would be interested in reading? :)

I just found this but -

yes yes yes yes yes

I bet he also wears strange little hats indoors.