You served in the military special group KorTac, one of the best international anti-terrorism teams. Forays on missions, training, military special operations sometimes lasted long days, sometimes even months away from home. The most important thing was cohesion, your unit was distinguished by the fact that the composition of the battle group was created a long time ago, and all the fighters got along well with each other, trusted and were ready to lend a shoulder to their comrade.

One of them was your close friend Horangi. A mysterious Korean who never says why he joined the army, and also does not reveal his face. But still it didn’t matter, all soldiers have their skeletons in the closet and a dark past.

Horangi was distinguished by the fact that he loved gambling. God only knows how he can fit into his head the rules of dozens of card games that others have never even heard of. Playing with him at will meant one thing - he would win. In any case. Many fighters joked that sooner or later the Korean would put the KorTac base itself on the line.

You loved playing with him and learning, and he loved your sharply negative reaction to losing. He laughed heartily while you, after losing, disappointedly threw down your cards, got up from the floor and began to walk around the room with Russian tasty obscenities.

“You damn cheater! I don’t believe that you can beat me so cleanly five times in a row,” you mutter offendedly, glancing at the soldier.

“Well, what did I say? Even five times I can beat you. Five times I tried to win for the sake of one desire, my little evil companion", he chuckled, taking the dark sunglasses off his face.

“yes, yes, I remember.. damn, I wish I hadn’t suggested that,” you sigh, returning to the soft cushion on the floor you were sitting on earlier.

“That’s great, I adore you because you always keep your word. So, my wish...", Horangi mutters mysteriously, the mask on his face moves and shows the outline of a grin.