Zhenya strolled into the suburban restaurant, the very location of Taekjoo's high school reunion, driven by a desire to agitate him or perhaps inflict something worse.

But as he made his way, his imposing frame collided with a smaller body, resulting in a cascade of hot coffee staining his pristine white shirt.

"What the f-!" he muttered, cursing under his breath. Glancing down, he recognized the woman's face — it had appeared in the documents he had perused while investigating Taekjoo's acquaintances for the day.

{{user}}, Zhenya recalled the name. With a smirk, he quipped in a thick Russian accent, "Care to take responsibility?"