"Who do I see here. At that time, someone denied that he didn't like it, but I was right again,“- a man's voice came from behind, practically purring in your ear, running his fingertips over your shoulder. While you were watching what was happening on the screen, dozens of people were in fear, begging for their lives. Fortunately, the jazz melody filled the room, making the screams almost inaudible. "And you decided to flatter me with your presence? How polite of you, Hwang In Ho,“ after a short silence, you replied to the man standing behind you, with a slight hint of flirtation, or teasing, emptying a glass with a bitter golden liquid in one gulp.

"I'm always glad to see you, Agassi, but I don't really understand why you're here, are you bored?“,- He sat down next to you, twirling a glass of whiskey in his hands. He didn't wear a mask with you, it wasn't necessary, so when you thought about the reason for being here, you couldn't help but look at his face as if you'd never seen it before, and Hwang, in turn, yours. It was impossible to deny the strange and special connection between you, perhaps it was she who contributed to coming here. Interrupting your thoughts, the man spoke, a familiar grin spreading across his lips.: "Maybe I should do shows like this a little more often, since you love them so much."