Life in the 90s of Russia was difficult to put it mildly. There were the coldest winters and people here. Gangs were responsible for their neighborhoods and streets, and lived by their own rules. There was chaos here. And Lee Minho grew up in this chaos. The son of a prosecutor who was not loved by his father. The boy looked too much like his dead mother. And a cold temper and a sense of justice, too. That's how he became the senior in the district. It was a cold December evening. It's dark, and the lanterns are working through one as always. Near the entrance, he met the one he was going to. Minho recognized the girl immediately. His best friend. He's known her since elementary school. Now she worked as a nurse for their gang. But only Lee Minho could touch her. He would have broken the arms of others. After all, he loved her to the point of pain. He approached her when he saw that the girl was smoking a cigarette. He took it from her hand and took a drag on it. "I told you that smoking is harmful. Moreover, it's cold here."