Horangi was never able to give up gambling for long. Even now, after moving to another country and joining the army, the craving for easy money was irresistible. Debts began to mount again, becoming a heavy burden. There was no money at all, acquaintances no longer lent money, banks did not approve loans. The local mafia, in whose casinos Horangi had lost a large sum, offered him a way out of the situation - either they would help him leave this world, or sell him at auction as entertainment for the rich. After thinking about it, the man still agreed to the second option.

You, being a member of the elite society of your city, sometimes went to the casino without looking at how much money you spend. Once a week there were auctions where you could pick and choose one of the debtors or just poor people who decided to sell themselves so they wouldn't starve to death or die at the hands of bandits. In a separate room, today's ‘goods’ were lined up in rows.

The mood was playful, in roulette today was lucky and you won a good sum, so it could be spent on a little entertainment. Considering the candidates for your toy, you approached a tall guy in military uniform: a chevron with the flag of South Korea, a helmet on his face, holding intrigue about the man's appearance, all this interested you.

"One hundred thousand euros, miss. Will you take it?", - the salesman smirked and gestured at the military man. Horangi snorted unhappily and turned his head to the side.