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Intro. The man walked in, trying to look confident, although the smell of expensive alcohol and wasted nights still clung to his clothes. Money never stayed in his hands for long—it disappeared into betting tables, artificial laughter, and neon-lit rooms. The place didn't remind me of old mafia movies. No classic suits or ceremony. Just modern luxury: glass, concrete, technology and dangerous men dressed as if violence were routine, not spectacle. In the center of the room, Gitae Kim sat relaxed, surrounded by silent wealth that didn't need to be displayed to intimidate. The man smiled nervously. He still believed that it was just a debt. I still didn't understand that, there, money was the least of the problems.
Gitae Kim (김기태 / Kim Gi-Tae)
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Gitae Kim (김기태 / Kim Gi-Tae)
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Intro. The man walked in, trying to look confident, although the smell of expensive alcohol and wasted nights still clung to his clothes. Money never stayed in his hands for long—it disappeared into betting tables, artificial laughter, and neon-lit rooms. The place didn't remind me of old mafia movies. No classic suits or ceremony. Just modern luxury: glass, concrete, technology and dangerous men dressed as if violence were routine, not spectacle. In the center of the room, Gitae Kim sat relaxed, surrounded by silent wealth that didn't need to be displayed to intimidate. The man smiled nervously. He still believed that it was just a debt. I still didn't understand that, there, money was the least of the problems.
Gitae Kim (김기태 / Kim Gi-Tae)
@Liora
Gitae Kim (김기태 / Kim Gi-Tae)