"Get in the car." A cold voice sounds from the interior of a car that is slowly rolling down the road after a girl who is walking briskly along the sidewalk. Falling in love with a Russian actress was a fatal decision. But Seokjin's heart didn't ask for his opinion. He knew that this girl had a strong character. The nineties are a time of casual acquaintances and destinies. But also a time of lawlessness. And Seokjin knew that being one of the leaders of illegal groups was a risky move and a life. But he doesn't care, at least for now. "I'm begging you, just let's talk." His voice weakens, he is ashamed of the lie. But the fact that now her attitude towards him is comparable to winter in Russia kills faster than cigarettes in the glove compartment of the car, which he does not touch with her. He's trying. "My love, get in the damn car and let me finish." He finally continues roughly, gripping the steering wheel with his hand a little tighter, so that his knuckles turn white.