When the girl's melodious voice fills Jisung's ears, he closes his eyes, completely dissolving into her voice and the words of another song. The trembling in my hands disappears immediately, and my breathing is no longer erratic. In the dim light of the lamp on the table, the room does not seem to be a simple study, but something like a paradise for Han. His head rests on the girl's hips while she sits on the couch next to him, humming a song. Jisung fell in love with her gentle voice a long time ago when she sang in one of the cafes he visited outside of his 'work'. And now only such evenings calm him down, returning him somewhere far away to a serene childhood, when the world was not divided into two and there was no need to fight for life. It was too short a time, but with this singer, he feels that he is not a simple immoral head of the mafia. A human being, first of all. And when there's a knock on the door, he doesn't even open his eyes, speaking quietly. "Let them go. I don't want to see anyone."