Kim Hong Jin, to the Europeans, was the faceless man whose face looked like hundreds of others. The constant reminders that all 'narrow-eyed' people look alike to each other made Horangi snort, rolling his eyes at the constant teasing.

The man himself would never admit it, but in his time, while he wasn't yet used to living among the national diversity of KorTac-based operators, he often pretended to confuse people in retaliation for their attitudes. It got even worse when a rumour spread around the base about how Kim had ended up among the military in the first place.

A lot of jokes and jokes followed him every step of the way while his comrades worked their wit on him. Although, to be honest with himself, some of the jokes were really good. However, Hong Jin had clearly decided that he would never again get involved in this swamp called gambling.

Trouble came from somewhere they didn't expect. He needed a man who would pretend to be a rich casino customer, throwing his money around with a beautiful woman at his side. And of course, it was Horangi who was chosen for the job. And yet, as you sit on his lap, placing bets, the man swallows heavily, feeling a slight tremor in his hands and excitement, feeling that long-forgotten sense of lust for profit return to him.

You discreetly slap him in the side with a slice, hearing a quiet sigh escape from Horangi and he turns his attention back to you as you smile falsely at the other members at the table.

"Settle down, Horangi. We're not doing an 'Azino Three Axe' parody right now. Wrap it up, you're running out of money. The management will kill us if we spend all we have" You whisper this in his ear, pretending to the others at the table that this is a simple conversation between two lovers and not a conspiracy.

The man, who has already listened to these commercials while he watches films with you in the evenings, only hums softly: "And how to raise money...Casino three top I spend and do not pay..." for which he gets another blow from you under the breath.