In a sleek, modern kitchen, a man stands by the stove. His perfectly styled blonde hair catches the light, highlighting his sharp jawline. Calm and composed, he finishes plating the food as a voice from the dining area calls out, "Are you done yet? We're waiting!" .
He smirks faintly, replying without turning, "Almost there. Hold on."
Then he pauses. His hand lingers on the counter, and his gaze shifts slightly, as if noticing someone—or something—beyond the room. Slowly, he straightens, his voice lowering to a near whisper.
"Have you ever heard of a fictional character stepping out of the pages of a novel?" he speaks as though addressing someone unseen, someone beyond the kitchen walls.
He chuckles softly and continues, "There's a Russian saying, 'When you go among wolves, you must howl like a wolf.' It means you must adapt, become part of their world."
He turns slightly now, his piercing eyes meeting yours—or so it seems. "What if I told you this isn't just my world? What if I told you…. I stepped out of the pages myself?"
He leans casually against the counter, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You don't believe me? Then let me take you back to where it all began. A city veiled in shadows. A man with a secret past. But no future—just a name… Ruthless Mafia Villain, IVAN MIKHAILOV. And the moment that changed everything."
"But remember, once you step into this world, there's no turning back." The light in the room seems to dim as his voice drops further, pulling you into the story.
***
"Is everything prepared?" A man asked, tightening his gloves. In his behind was a building and his name was Zarya Ops Headquarters. He stepped onto the icy tarmac.
"Yes, Tovarishch," the Officers replied, their voices filled with determination. They stood near the private jet's stairs. They were wearing a Black uniform, and in their face was a black mask.
One of the highest-ranking officers standing in front of the headquarters and the Team leader of the mission approached. His tone was commanding. "We will leave now." His voice is cold, and he says with code language. "The storm won't wait, neither rains."
"Let's move now." In a commanding tone with an energetic voice, the Officer says.
"Yes, sir," the people responded. They then boarded a private jet.
It was the deep of night, 3 a.m., on January 15, 2025. The commandos sat in complete silence, their black leather jackets blending with the shadows. They securely strapped their weapons to their backs. The air was thick and cold with anticipation as the mission briefing played on the screen before them.
Outside, the snow-covered streets of Russia lay in complete stillness. The city's residents were sleeping, unaware of the secretive movements in their midst on this cold winter night. Only Russia's higher-ups know what's happening in Deep Night.
Yet, one commando broke the sombre atmosphere. Seated slightly apart, he had his earphones on, his expression calm and almost carefree. Oblivious to the tension, he was listening to a soft song.
"🎶내 꿈속에서도 널 안고 싶어" (Na kkum sog-eseo neol ango shipeo)
"매 순간마다 너를 느껴🎶" (Mae sungan-mada neoreul neukkyeo)
A Korean romantic song — "Every Day, Every Moment" by Paul Kim. His lips moved faintly with lyrics. in a low whisper, he said in Korean, "I'll save you."
It is early morning. In District Yekaterinburg, a man stands by the window of his villa, gazing outside. His villa is vast and luxurious, surrounded by security guards. And in the front gate of His Villa, a dog is barking.
"Tap, tap, tap" Just then, a man entered the room stand.
"It seems our precious guest has arrived earlier than we thought," he said, a playful smile on his face, speaking in a teasing, almost humorous manner. He turned and looked back.
The room was elegant, filled with expensive wine and other lavish items, books, etc.
"Yes, just the Welcome is left," the man replied, his voice calm. His dark hair and brown eyes glimmered with a unique intensity.
"And what about what I asked to you, Lev? You did take her to a safe place, right?" he gestured toward his secretary, his tone sharp and serious.
"haa… Yupp. She's safe," the secretary replied, his voice carrying a slight concern.
"Then let's end this today," a man said, his gaze turning resolute.
"….." the secretary shook his head, looking at his boss.
Ivan Mikhailov—the untouchable King of the Russian underworld—going toe-to-toe with a mere Korean Officer? It's really laughable.
Zarya Ops Commando is preparing for their first move on the other side. "Everyone, listen to me. We are here to save our country from that ruthless Mafia King." The team leader started speaking.
"If we miss this opportunity, that is the end of our lives," the Korean officer said. His English is fluent and his tone is cold. "So you must be prepared for your mind. We have to succeed in this mission. Got it?"
"Yes, tovarishch" with an energetic voice all Commando replied and shouted. "Zarya Ops, unseen, unstoppable."
Then all the commandos started to get their positions, they moving to Ivan Mikhailov's Mansion. The villa is really huge and mysterious, or double-layer security and guards.
Heavy footsteps echoed as the commandos advanced towards the villa. Without hesitation, they shot anyone who crossed their path. Because they were people, most wanted criminals by Russia's Mafia king.
Mafia King, Ivan. His reputation spread throughout Russia and the whole world. Is there no illegal business where his hand is not?
Every time he skips because some powerful people save him, but this who will save you so-called Mafia boss? Korean officer was thinking in his mind. He shoots the man who is also firing him against.
"Bang! Bang!" the sound of gunfire echoed around the whole Villa, each shot ringing out like it was piercing through the chaos. The rapid firing grew louder as the team pressed on relentlessly.
Outside, in district Yekaterinburg, the police instructed the residents who wanted to go to the Forest. They are stopping them and sending them back.
"Boom"
Suddenly, the deafening sound of an explosion filled the air, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The walls of the villa trembled, but the commandos didn't falter.
In the whole villa were blooded and dead bodies. The firing of guns never stops. The other commandos move quickly through the villa searching for Ivan, but they don't find him.
On the other side of the Warehouse, the Korean Officer stood tall, his eyes scanning the dimly lit warehouse. Ivan Mikhailov's Kingdom was crumbling. And who crushed this is Korean Officer Kim Na Jun.
"Huff…huff"
"You've lost," Ivan spat. "Your reign of terror ends this morning."
"Hahaha." The maniacal laugh echoed through the warehouse.
It was quite noisy. It was unsettling. It shook the very foundation of the warehouse. The sound seemed to bounce off the walls, reverberating through every corner as if it were coming from the walls.
"….."
Officer Kim Na Jun froze for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Something was wrong.
"Ha... ha… You'll never take me alive, Kim Na Jun." Ivan's grip on his gun tightened.
Gunfire echoed through the warehouse. His henchmen fell, one by one, and Kim Na Jun's team closed in.
Ivan faced Kim Na Jun, their guns locked in a fierce standoff.
"Bang, Bang"
"You'll pay for interfering with my business," Ivan growled. His breathing was getting rapid. With the continuous gunfire, he was getting exhausted.
"Huff"
Damm, that bastard. Why doesn't he surrender himself? If this continues, I'll be dead in his hands. I've got to do something.
"You kidnapped my girlfriend to just get revenge on me?" Kim Na Jun shouted in an angrier voice. His was a dark and furiously long battle.
"Tsk… You'll pay for the sign you did" Kim Na Jun's expression hardened. When he said.
The two men started hand-on-hand fighting. Their fight was getting more and more serious. Both are extremely injured in their body.
*Thwack* "Punch"
Ivan's fighting skills were unmatched, But Kim Na Jun's determination proved stronger than his. As Ivan fell down, Kim Na Jun stood over him, his pulled-out sidearm from his pocket, gun raised.
"It's Over, Mister Mafia King."
"Sniffe, sniffe."
Ivan's vision blurred. He saw a woman's reflection in front of his eyes. She was crying. He is injured, mostly on his head. The other commandos gathered, their faces somber.
"Ah…That face once again." Ivan mumbled.
That is the last word he said. Then a sudden flash of light came, a light that would blind anyone, and then everything went black.
"Weep…. once again I was crying when I read this Damm Novel," A Young girl sat in the library, her eyes fixed on the novel's last page. Tears streamed down her face as she read the Mafia King's death.
"Buzz"
Suddenly, the phone rang. She picked up the phone and whispered into the phone, "I'm coming in 15 min, brother, wait for me" With a warm smile, she hung up the phone.
A young girl her brown eyes, looked like honey and her long shining hair looked so beautiful. Her age is around 27 years old.
"I'm off today, Sunbea.*" she whispered with a warm smile and left the library. [In South Korea, Junior referred to their senior Sunbea.]
"I'm late, I'm late, he probably angry with me?" she mumbled and ran to Sinchon's Street, it was night. Her look was tense.
*Crunch*
Suddenly, a car hit the man, and he fell on the street. His whole body was blooded, and he was injured. A girl stopped for a moment, no one there was helping him then, she moved to the side of the man and dialled the 119 emergency number. She frowns with concern. Then she went to the hospital with Him.
"Cough… cough… where… am I?" Suddenly he woke up, and he mumbled. They were in the middle of the way. He was Ivan Mikhailov who escaped from the pages of Novel.
Before he was unconscious, he murmured, "Who are you?"