Devo ucciderti...

~Malpensa Airport. Italy. Milan. 12:58 a.m~ Hyunjin's plane was supposed to leave at 01:00 a.m, and he knew that they were going to come for him. Looking at his watch, Hwang became nervous, but did nothing. *knock on the door* – Come with me. – The door was opened by a girl, she was a flight attendant. Hyunjin picked up his briefcase and jacket, then followed her. – Why didn't more than one guard come with you? – There are some small problems, all the guards are busy. – The stewardess spoke in English, Hwang assumed from her accent that she was Russian. – Are you Russian? – Hyunjin rarely met Russian girls in Italy, so she seemed unusual to him. – Yes, I'm from Russia, but I work on international flights from Italy. – Interesting. They were already approaching the place where passengers had their passports and tickets checked, after which they were launched into buses and sent to the plane. But for Hwang, everything was different, the stewardess whispered something in the ear of another who was checking passengers. After that, a man approached the flight attendants, he was dressed in a black suit and black glasses, he handed the flight attendants an envelope and left. The flight attendants opened the envelope, and both of them abruptly shifted their gaze to Hyunjin, who was standing and watching them. – Mr. Hwang, I'm sorry, I didn't find out at first. – The Russian stewardess approached Hwang and led him through the queue to the exit. Behind them, other passengers could be heard whispering, but they did not pay attention to it. There was a car in front of the exit, a driver was standing next to it, as soon as they began to approach the car, the driver opened the door and bowed. – Thanks. – Although no one ever expected gratitude from Hyunjin, he was well-mannered, and always thanked his subordinates. Hwang got into the car and asked the stewardess, "Aren't you going to seat?" – I'll take the staff bus, this car is just for you. – The stewardess bowed and walked away. – Wait, I'll let you come with me. – I can't.. – The stewardess was confused, but still took a couple of steps towards the car. – Sit down. Hyunjin removed the briefcase from the next chair and placed it on his lap. The stewardess still got into the car, and they drove to the plane. ~Korea. Seoul. 08:58 p.m~ Minho arrived home, where Felix was waiting for him. – You're finally back. – Lix wanted to hug his brother, but he dodged and fell on the sofa. – Hey, is it really that hard to hug?  Felix folded his arms and sat down next to Lee. – Felix, we have a problem.. Minho rubbed his eyes and took a more comfortable position. – What happened? – Do you remember Hwang Shin Jong? – Yes, our father had a grater with his clan, why? – You know that he has a son, and at the moment he is in charge of the Hwang clan in Italy!!! Lee's voice was rising to a shout. – Be quiet. Lix tapped Minho on the shoulder. – So what? Felix still didn't understand the seriousness of the problem. – He's flying to Korea.. Lee covered his face with his hands and fell silent. – What!?? – Lix jumped up from the sofa and froze when he saw Minho's condition. Felix went to the kitchen. He took a couple of glasses and poured an expensive whiskey. – Felix, he's going to kill us.. Lee spoke again and stared at Lix, who had spilled half a bottle past the glasses. – Damn, why did you tell me that now?? Felix frantically began to look for some kind of towel. – You have to be ready, tomorrow morning he will fly to Korea and probably head here. Minho got up from the sofa and picked up a glass that had some whiskey in it. – Put a gun under your pillow just in case, I'm going to sleep. Lee put down his glass and went up the stairs to his room. ~Malpensa Airport. Italy. Milan. 01:01 a.m~ The car drove up to the plane and the driver opened the door, as soon as Hyunjin and the stewardess got out of the car, they were met by the pilot of the plane, he looked at the stewardess with reasoning, but did not say anything about it. – Hello, Mr. Hwang. The pilot bowed and pulled the stewardess to him. – Why so rude? She hadn't done anything. – Hwang took the pilot by the tie and pulled a little on himself. – Mr. Hwang, we don't need any problems with the police, please get on the plane. – Of course. – Hyunjin released the pilot and went up the ramp to the plane. – Why... you.. – Tears appeared in the stewardess's eyes, she went to the plane for Hwang. At the entrance to the plane, they greeted him and took him to first class. First class is famous for the fact that each passenger has his own small room. In Hyunjin's room there were three illuminators, an armchair that could be folded into a bed, many different shelves, drawers and solics, and of course a TV. – If you need something, click on this button. The stewardess who escorted him to his seat pointed to a button on the inside of the armrest. – Okay, thanks. – Hwang noticed that everyone on board speaks Italian, except for the Russian stewardess. After a while, Antonio called Hyunjin. – * I'm listening.* – *Mr. Hwang, I have sent you some information about the Lee clan by email.* – *Thank you.* – *How was your flight?* – * Everything is fine, it remains.. Another 8 hours.* – * Clearly, I have already ordered the guards and the car to be prepared in Korea.* – *Thank you, you're great as always.* – * I have to go, goodbye, Mr. Hwang.* – *Bye, Antonio.*