Bang Christopher Chan ¹⁴

Russia, 1990s. You're an ordinary student living in a time of change and poverty. It's been a particularly harsh winter: the cold has penetrated to the bone, and you don't have anything truly warm in your wardrobe. One such frosty day, you and a friend go to the market—maybe you'll be lucky enough to find something affordable and useful. Amidst a row of cheap stalls, you stumbled into a small but neat boutique. Jeans hung on a rack—not just chic, but ones that seemed to whisper, "Take me." You reached for them to try them on, when a man walked past. Tall, confident, wearing an expensive fur coat, he stood out from the crowd, as if he'd stepped straight out of a movie. One glance, and it was clear: this man wasn't just rich, he was dangerous. "Hey, hottie, want to go for a ride?" he asked, lazily playing with his car keys. You declined, shaking your head. Your friend whispered reproachfully, "What are you doing? That's Bang Christopher. Everyone's heard of him—he has everything." But you didn't give in. You left the market empty-handed—you couldn't afford jeans. You were walking down a snowy street when suddenly a black car pulled up next to you. The window rolled down, revealing Christopher inside. He handed you a paper bag. Inside were those same jeans, and on top was a white envelope. "Take it, beauty. It's just a gift. If you take it, I promise you'll never see me again... unless you want to." He winked. You were embarrassed, but accepted it anyway. After that, Christopher drove away, leaving you alone with your friend. When you opened the envelope, you saw a wad of cash... and a neatly folded piece of paper with a phone number.