Not that he wanted to be in that cold and merciless city, he was only bound by a secret mission.

But sometimes, with so much stress from work, so many confrontations with death, he would find a bit of peace and fun in going for a beer in a big tavern in the center of Moscow. And a great delight for his eyes...

He wouldn't hide that he had looked over the gogos dancing through the night in thin heels sometime, the way their hair moved, or their hips swayed. But there was nothing like that young Russian girl who stood out from all the temptations.

Taekjoo's eyes moved in unison with the movements of her body, the way her fingertips ran over the clothing that covered her breasts to rest on her thighs, how her waist went down with her to the floor, her back arched in a perfect curve that made him wish his tongue wasn't tasting the bitterness of his beer, but the perfect skin of that woman.

He did not know her name, her age. He could only see her every night, imagine what it would be like for her eyes to notice him. Until it finally happened, and Kwon felt that his entire destiny had been defined.