Kwon Taek Joo was about to dry his body and left and suddenly stopped. I don't understand why Zhenya is standing in front of the bathroom. Has he heard it all? He was a little uncomfortable, but that's all. Compared to what he did, masturbation is an extremely natural and healthy act. It's not something difficult to understand or be shameful of.
Kwon Taek Joo steadfastly walked back to his seat despite the mocking gaze from Zhenya, but he suddenly blocked in front. He tried to ignore and move aside, but he took a step back and stopped him. Is it intentional? Kwon Taek Joo looked up at the bastard with a grudge. He grinned as if he had been waiting.
"Sorry."
It's not the face that's apologising at all. Kwon Taek Joo shrugged indifferently.
"I have to apologise, because I only accept it every time."
He replied coldly, as if nothing was wrong, then passed Zhenya who was smiling and went to bed. He then took out his underwear and clothes from his pocket. Until then, Kwon Taek Joo was naked without wearing a shirt. It's okay to be men together. Rather, it is strange that Zhenya still hides the flesh inside the body even after bathing or making love.
Kwon Taek Joo was putting his ankles in his panties and pulling up when he suddenly turned around, because a look was staring at him. Who else, Zhenya was openly staring at him.
He stood watching as if watching an interesting scene for such a while and was not confused when he was caught. Kwon Taek Joo stared at the brazen guy and then pierced his neck into the T-shirt.
"How about doing with men?"
Zhenya suddenly asked, his eyes fixed on Kwon Taek Joo's chest. He resentfully pulled down the shirt that was curled up under his armpits.
"I don't want to fantasise."
"Hmm. Of course you won't be in any mood? A brunette who moans is not cute at all."
Before that, it was a matter of whether it could be erected or not. Kwon Taek Joo was fantasising unconsciously and suddenly regained consciousness. He shook his head to shake off his miscellaneous thoughts. If you go a little further, your stomach will cripple.
"Stop saying those disgusting words. It's not fun."
Kwon Taek Joo sat down on the chair with a serious face and shook his hair slightly while watching Hong Yeo Wook through the screen. He is still in the same position and has been reading the same book for the past two days. Kwon Taek Joo researched the contents of the book as a precaution, but there was no remarkable information at all.
No contact has been found from Bogdanov. Sometimes someone talks to Hong Yeo Wook, but the conversation is so simple that there is nothing to doubt. Hong Yeo Wook never leaves his seat for long, nor does he communicate with the outside world or use communication devices. After all, when and how will the two sides approach
(*The two sides are Psych Bogdanov and Hong Yeo Woo)
Kwon Taek Joo was focussing on the screen when the table suddenly moved. At a glance, Zhenya put down two bottles of vodka, tequila and cognac. It seemed that he was going to drink like that, so Zhenya put two empty glasses without ice in front of him and Kwon Taek Joo. He also took out a handmade cigar with a familiar brand. Indeed, the limited edition product celebrates its 40th anniversary. Really, right from the box, it shows a unique luxury.
Zhenya poured cognac into the glass and took out a Cohiba and gently dipped the tip of the cigarette in it. The sequence of actions to light a fire with a specialised lighter and then suck vigourously until the flame stretches smoothly like running water. The end of the cigar burned slightly as he gently exhaled. The signature fragrance of Cohiba Behike begins to rise.
"Sucked like this, the flavour is much better."
Zhenya gives back the cigar he is smoking to Kwon Taek Joo. There is no reason to refuse. Kwon Taek Joo did not hesitate to take the cigar and put it in the centre of his lips. The strong scent spreads to the mouth. The smoke wrapped around the mouth and slowly went down the throat. Immediately, his eyes and mind were covered in the thickness of smoke.
Zhenya takes out another cigar while watching Kwon Taek Joo immerse himself in an unfamiliar experience. He poured cognac into Kwon Taek Joo's empty glass.
"I was wondering if you were on that side?"
"Which side is that?"
"Because you see topless women and you don't react at all, I thought you might not like women."
Kwon Taek Joo grinned. He watched Zhenya pour cognac in front of him and then smoked a cigar and raised his mouth.
"How can you be so mistaken? I like women. 'Even if this world collapses and there are only men left, I won't stick it in that hole.'"
Kwon Taek Joo outlines clear boundaries. Just thinking about it made him shudder. Zhenya sneered and filled the empty glass again. 'He mumbled as if he was saying to himself, "It's also a problem to make others up".' Kwon Taek Joo asked what he meant, but Zhenya changed the subject as if nothing was wrong.
"So how do you like the girl?"
"What's wrong? Are you going to introduce me? It's a surprise."
"Well, it's just to organise the order. If I happen to seduce a girl who is in your taste, it's awkward."
"Diffy? 'Is a bastard like you also afraid of being awkward?'"
Even if he was sarcastically, Zhenya was still just smirking. He tilted his head and took a sip of cognac. The feeling of heat began to rise and Kwon Taek Joo wanted to drink one more. He reached out to pour the wine himself, but Zegna grabbed the bottle and stopped him. His eyes touched Zhenya's eyes, he said "Say it" and waited for an answer. Kwon Taek Joo suddenly felt annoyed, so he answered roughly.
"A woman with big breasts and hips? I prefer a little fulness to thin."
"Your Gu is really clear"
"Isn't it better not to have guiss"
"It's really offensive to say I don't have a taste. 'Looking like that, I'm also picky.'"
"It's just to be offended by a picky guy like you. No, isn't that better?"
Kwon Taek Joo was sarcastic and grabbed the bottle. While he poured out the glass, Zhenya began to talk about things he didn't even ask.
"I don't like fuss. 'It's fun to do it once, but it's boring to do it many times with the same person.'"
That's probably it. With a name that replaces a partner like changing a shirt, you don't expect fidelity from him. There are quite a few people who just like such fleeting light relationships, like a one-night stand or a bedmate. They may not want to bring heavy responsibility and complex standards into sex when the main purpose is to enjoy each other. However, people should keep a little self-esteem, but no one does not hesitate to show promiscuity like that bastard.
Although he knew it was a meaningless question, Kwon Taek Joo still asked in case.
"So you must have never repeatedly met a specific subject..."
"Never"
Zhenya replied immediately. That means he has never been on a serious date. Of course, it's hard to imagine he could build up affection and yearn for love from someone. Looking back at what has passed, even if you try to think about it, there is no shadow of his sincerity towards the woman. Which girl will get his attention and love. Just imagining feels sad and pitiful.
"But maybe. If a person is strong and likes to resist, if he can be treated arbitrarily without breaking anything, it's even better. It's interesting to be able to control with force."
The more Kwon Taek Joo heard, the more he realised how delicate his hobby was. It's not surprising either. In the first place, Zhenya did not seem to be a person who cultivated feelings for one person and even got married. Such an ordinary and mature life was completely unsuitable for him. If it were such a man, he would not have been here in the first place.
In fact, Kwon Taek Joo's situation is not much different. What woman would be happy when she had a husband who didn't tell her what he was doing, rarely had a day off and went on a business trip like a meal. In any case, he couldn't fulfil his mother's wish for the rest of his life. From having a safe job to building a harmonious family is too far away.
"I heard that Koreans, even when they grow up, can't leave their parents' home, can they?"
He suddenly changed the subject. Even when it comes to emotional issues, Zhenya doesn't seem to care and quickly loses interest. Anyway, such a sudden question is a bit unexpected. Kwon Taek Joo looked at him suspiciously, Zhenya gently threw his head to signal at him.
"You make regular phone calls and report little by little."
"What did I say? What's wrong? Are you curious?"
"If you admit you're Mama's boy, there's no reason to be curious."
"It's just that my mother is a little different."
Kwon Taek Joo sighed resignedly. He never confessed about his little family to anyone. Even Head Lim can only intuitively guess Kwon Taek Joo's family situation.
But why are you complaining about it to Zhenya now? It's not because he was drunk. It will probably be fine because you won't see him again after this mission is over. Not knowing if that is irresponsible.
"My grandfather, my father and brother. All the men in the family who are involved in my mother's life are military personnel. The three of them sacrificed while doing their duties as expected, and I was the only bloodline person left by my side, so my mother was very worried. Korea is a country with a high rate of traffic accidents, so she told me not to think about driving. It's been like this since my father passed away, and it's getting worse over the years. After my brother passed away, I couldn't even be outside as much as before."
Zhenya's expression became serious when he heard laughter from Kwon Taek Joo.
"Anyway, everyone has to die at least once."
Is that called comforting? He didn't know how he became like that, but nothing is normal in Zhenya. Will Kwon Taek Joo tell the sleepless mother because she is worried about her son that 'everyone has to die at least once anyway'? Looking at people like Zhenya with unusual thoughts, actions and feelings, Kwon Taek Joo can't help but be curious about his family. After all, how to be born and grow up under the care of your parents so that people have such emotional disabilities?
That new glass is empty. Kwon Taek Joo waited for a while but Zhenya just sat there bewildered. He could have done it himself as before, but Kwon Taek Joo didn't. He just tapped the table with an empty cup. Only then did Zhenya say "Ah. and fill a glass of tequila. He drank a clean breath and licked the back of his hand. The aftertaste of alcohol stimulates the taste buds.
"It's a shame not to have lemons."
"Oh, do you like that? 'If I had known in advance, I would have women and lemons ready.'"
Zhenya laughed strangely as if he had thought of something interesting. He also gently touched his collarbone.
"Okay, let's talk about you."
"What are you talking about?"
"The obvious. Family, relationships, concerns. That kind of thing."
"Hmm. If you want to know, then I have a lot of brothers. Thanks to that, I don't have to please my parents. 'When I'm bored, I'm looking for women, not interested in watching others make love or masturbate.'"
He constantly sircased Kwon Taek Joo and then expressed satisfaction. He also showed a fake smile at him.
"Do your parents know you're travelling around like this?"
"What did I do?"
"You're killing anyone who bothers you."
"I think there is a misunderstanding here. I don't attack innocent people. Didn't I tell you this many times? It's just a legitimate Defence."
"Why don't you say it straight away? What you're doing is over-Defence."
"It's me defending myself because they are fixed to do real harm to me. 'If I were weaker than I am now, the dead are me, not them.'"
It's pitiful, he's still considering himself a victim. It's like there's no choice but to defend yourself in such an inevitable context. It's absurd to say that it's just to kill someone just for being a little loud or just because of being watched. If it's like this, will he ever kill you if Kwon Taek Joo steps on his shadow?
He clicked his tongue hard. But Kwon Taek Joo also does not intend to waste time preaching in vain. As long as Zhenya doesn't harm Kwon Taek Joo, it doesn't matter where he goes and what he does. If you want to nag, you also have to have feelings to nag.
The atmosphere seemed closer, so Kwon Taek Joo also tried to talk more honestly.
"You, on the surface, it's not an economic deprivation, so why are you involved in this?"
"I've told you that before."
"Uhm, I said it. He participated in this purely because of the design. Once you have it, you will be able to develop unprecedented weapons and will definitely sit on the money. But the more I think, the more I don't understand. 'Even without a design, aren't you already sitting on the money?'"
"A lot of money is not bad."
"Anyway, death can't be carried anyway. Well, or are you dreaming of immortality? Or are you so crazy about money that you don't care about selling water?
"I didn't know you cared about me so much?
"Because I've never met someone like you. Often I can guess what people will be like based on this and that, but you I can't guess at all. Why is a maniac with a lot of money and no shortage of anything... Ah, so impolite. 'I didn't mean to say my mind.'"
Called a "crazy guy with a lot of money", but Zhenya didn't change his face, he even seemed sarcastic and calmly answered Kwon Taek Joo's question.
"Because it seems interesting. 'If it's interesting, I'll just do it first, because there are rarely such opportunities.'"
This is not an extreme sport and he is talking about the fun of life that can be lost in the blink of an eye. It's better to say that he participates because money sounds even more humane. But that's not what Kwon Taek Joo can expect from an unhesitating killer like him.
Zhenya suddenly sat up straight. The light shining on the hairs makes it even more luminous. The hair can't be said to be blonde, nor white enough to become platinum. But as soon as he only moved a little, that hair was shimmering and couldn't take his eyes off.
"I heard that among Russians there are not many blonde hair. Is that hair colour genetic? Or do you dye it?"
Kwon Taek Joo involuntarily looked at him non-stop and asked. Zhenya immediately tilted his body forward. His natural platinum hair filled his vision.
"No one in my blood has this hair colour. This is a genetic mutation. Do you want to touch?"
"I refuse."
Kwon Taek Joo flatly refused. Zhenya smiled happily and sat up straight.
The conversation seemed to be just beginning, but I don't know when it was dark outside the skylight. A day in a tight space feels many times longer than usual, but today is the exception, probably because there are a lot of things that have happened since the morning and it also seems to be because Kwon Taek Joo was drunk. The more he drank, his always-stressed mind gradually calmed down. The body also seems to be softer.
That Zhenya filled Kwon Taek Joo's empty glass again, then I don't know when the glass ran out.
"Do you drink well?"
"See. 'I've never been drunk before, so I don't know what the exact amount of consumption is, but this range is fine.'"
"Hmm?"
Zhenya pretends to be suspicious and provokes Kwon Taek Joo. But he didn't let himself get caught up in that shallow joke. Even in the face of that mocking look, Kwon Taek Joo persisted and drank at his own pace. He hated getting drunk and losing his ability to defend himself. I don't know to others, but he doesn't think he should sleep in front of Zhenya. It's just a vague feeling. Maybe nothing will happen and such vigilance is not necessary. It is also possible that this is a futile psychological battle. But even in that case, Kwon Taek Joo doesn't want to risk his life in front of someone he's not sure about.
Conversations are gradually becoming meaningless. The act of pouring and drinking a glass is repeated continuously, like two people playing a boring game that only ends when someone leaves. Kwon Taek Joo can stop drinking, but if he can, he wants to relieve his long-standing discomfort by intoxicating Zhenya.
His tongue hardened, Kwon Taek Joo no longer felt the characteristic spicy taste of the wine, as if he was drinking plain water. He constantly craved moisture in a burning sensation, so he drank a large amount without knowing how much. But consciousness is not easily dispersed. Kwon Taek Joo is basically a pretty good drinker. The problem is that the other party is the same.
His vision gradually became vague. Zhenya is not in a normal state either.
Two people occasionally pour wine in places other than the glass. The table, carpet and clothes he was wearing were all wet. Empty bottles of wine rolled indiscriminately on the floor.
The two of them kept drinking until the fifth bottle. When Kwon Taek Joo was really drunk, his mood also began to fluctuate. The two competed to throw unprofortable jokes, hit the table and chuckled like crazy people. He even opened the window and shouted. The actions that he would never have done if he were sober went beyond the control of reason and took place without hesitation.
"If Chief Lim saw what I looked like this, he would be surprised."
Kwon Taek Joo laughed and muttered. He poured the wine into the glass and tilted his head, because the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The sound of the train wheel rolling on the tracks still resounded continuously, but that's all. It's like you're talking alone. Kwon Taek Joo was startled when the wine spilled from the glass and drenched his knees, and he also realised that Zhenya had been silent for a while.
He raised his head. Zhenya was crossing his arms and closing his eyes tightly. His long breath, his chest heaving steadily, his eyelids motionless, indicating that he was sleeping. Kwon Taek Joo stretched out his hand to stab him in the eye, but he didn't react. He sneered. A satisfied smile bloomed on Kwon Taek Joo's lips.
"You're just this far... Young Master, Young Master."
He shook his head in mocking. Although he is not in a drinking competition, Kwon Taek Joo is still very excited to think that he really defeated him. Maybe it's because you're drunk too.
Kwon Taek Joo raised his full glass of vodka as if celebrating victory. Almost half of the wine in the glass poured out. The right hand holding the glass was also drenched. He staggered down his arm and struggled to put his lips in the glass. Right at the moment the vodka was only half left filling his mouth.
Kwon Taek Joo's trembling body fell. His upper body slammed hard on the table. The hand holding the glass also hangs.
The whole room was quiet without any movement. Then deep breathing came from Kwon Taek Joo. He didn't get enough sleep after a long day, plus the effects of alcohol made him completely fall asleep. His back kept bulging and lowering.
How long has it been? Zhenya, who had been sleeping for a while, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyelids kept opening without any difficulty, as if he had not slept, and as if he had not been drunk. Insensitive eyes looked down at Kwon Taek Joo, a quiet and relaxed look.
Zhenya takes a handmade cigar. The end of the cigar was blackened. He used a specialised cutting knife to cut off that part, then turned on the igniter and burned the finely cut body. The cigar burned for a moment and the characteristic smoke spread. Meanwhile, Zhenya's eyes are still glued to Kwon Taek Joo. More precisely, he stared at the hand he was bringing towards him.
He pressed the knife to cut the cigar out of his habit. The two blades touching each other create a 'click click' metal friction sound. Zhenya put his long white fingers gently stroking Kwon Taek Joo's hand. He carefully followed each wrinkle on his straight fingers and slowly tilted his head. The cigar cutter is still making a dry crackling sound on Zhenya's other hand. He gently lifted Kwon Taek Joo's ring finger with his index finger. A light and cold smile spread on his porcelain-white face.