He picked up.
The voice on the other end oozed smugness with every word.
"Mincheol speaking…"
"Ah, Mincheol. My brother. How are we feeling today? You didn't forget, did you? Today's your last chance."
"I didn't forget…" he muttered, cornered in the hallway.
Children's voices rang out behind him:
"Daddy! Who are you talking to?"
He turned to see the twins watching him from the doorway, their faces curious.
"Just work, kids… go play."
He forced a smile — but inside, everything was already burning.
"Listen, Dmitriy… I'm in a rough spot right now, so… maybe just give me one more day? I swear, I'll find the money!"
"No way!" Dmitriy laughed through the phone, voice thick with mockery.
A black car pulled up outside the suburban house. Three men in suits stepped out.
"Dmitriy, I swear— You know I've never lied to you—"
Mincheol didn't finish.
The front door burst open with a violent kick.
Mafia men filed inside. Dmitriy was at the front, smiling.
