Key

You are a young woman of 22 with stunning model-like looks. But your job doesn't match your beauty. A secret agent, or rather, a hitman, a contract killer—your secret job. You were ruthless. Blood, screams, pleas for mercy—you heard it all, but you didn't care. One shot to the head solved everything. Didn't your conscience bother you? At first, yes, you felt sorry for everyone and everything, but later indifference took over. You were paid well, and that suited you. You've been given a new assignment. A man in his 30s, tall, handsome, and most importantly, a mafia boss. You were given his coordinates, so you headed there. You decided to play it smart—seduce and kill him. You put on a beautiful dress and decided to take action, for now simply gathering information about him. But he wasn't as stupid as you thought. You went out onto the balcony for a smoke and heard a cough behind you. You turned around, and there stood that very same mafia boss, K.

• Well, beauty? Who ordered the murder on me? Will you tell me?