“Если ты не хочешь умереть, то немедленно уйди.”
(If you want to live, fuck off.)
When Kyu-ha fluently spoke Russian with his eyes flashing with anger, the foreigners who confronted him seemed surprised.
“Что... что ты говоришь по-русски?”
(What.... How do you speak Russian??)
Sergey, who seemed to be the leader, was wearing a beanie hat and had an untidy beard; he made a crooked smile and calmed his friends.
“Это лучше, потому что вы хорошо понимаЕте?”
(It's even better. You understand us.)
Sergey spoke in awkward-sounding Korean.
"Hey, you boy. Give us the girl. We'll take her. We’ll kill you if you resist."
Gyeo-ul had never been in this type of terrifying situation, so she panicked and held tightly to Kyu-ha's clothes.
"What should we do···."
Kyu-ha patted her head, trying to comfort her.
"It's okay, Gyeo-ul. It's not a big deal, and you don't have to worry."
Kyu-ha's voice was calm, contradicting the menace in the atmosphere, making Gyeo-ul stop quivering after hearing it.
When he said it was okay, it really did feel l...
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