As a kid, he spent hours watching war films—engines roaring, heroes unshaken. He studied models, sketched out planes and tanks, and dreamed of being on the other side of the screen. Back then, it was just a game—played with a serious face. Now, it’s no longer a dream or a hobby. It’s his life. The machines, the roar of the engine, the weight of responsibility—that’s what he lives and breathes. He didn’t change who he was. He just grew up—and stayed true to himself.