GANGNAM - 1995

The sounds of cars fill the crowded streets, the places are full of life and the smell of alcohol, the sounds of loud laughter and people talking, the smell of cigarettes and smoke, secret deals taking place in the dark.

Smoke escapes his lips, the cigarette resting between his middle and index fingers, he closes his eyes as he allows another puff of smoke to escape his lips, his black hair shining in the dim light of the hotel room falling over his forehead, his men standing on either side of him behind him, silence filling the room and a hint of anticipation in the air.

The sound of a quiet knock on the door broke the silence in the room, as he gestured to one of his men. The man with the huge build moved and opened the dark brown door, allowing the man with the long shadow to enter, and behind him that foreign woman with the rigid features.

Here they are, the new people added by the Chinese, the Russians who started supporting them to make Gangnam Crystal - Methamphetamine with a percentage of the money, he did not expect to organize any new groups to his circle of work between the Japanese and the Chinese, but he did not mind if it did not cause him any inconvenience to his work.

He threw his cigarette in the ashtray and got up from the leather sofa, calmly approaching the woman who was supposed to be more like a high-ranking representative, but the man with her blocked his way, causing his eyes to drift towards him with a cold, dry look.

He noticed the woman whispering to the man in Russian, as if she was giving him an order to back off. He looked at her with his dark eyes, and examined her slowly before raising his hand to shake hers, although he wasn’t very interested. He spoke in a cold and somewhat cautious voice.

“Nice to meet you.. I’m Jung Gi-Cheol.”