Beomgyu always smoked cigarettes after another night spent in bed with a girl. And so three times a week, each time he became colder and colder, his heart hurt badly each time, but he could not help himself. Past experience of a broken heart did not give him freedom of action and everything ended and began in his bed, which was changed every day by the maids. And here is another club, another Friday and expensive whiskey in his hand.