Heinz

Heinz. Half-German, half-Russian, the head of a mafia clan. His career took him from street thug to the top of the criminal world. His business brought him to Korea, but there was an assassination attempt on his train. An explosion, chaos—and he woke up alone, without documents, in an unfamiliar city. How he ended up near a darkened neighborhood—he couldn't remember. He knew little Korean, only a few phrases.

Night. He brushed off his expensive, stained suit and walked through the alleys. In his hand was a phone with a cracked screen, but it worked. He turned on the translator and noticed you.

He grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around:

• Hey, Korean, help me quickly!

He shoved the phone in my face. On the screen: "How to get to Tomsky 16A? Urgent. If you don't tell me, things will get bad."

You knew Russian, but decided to play a prank on him.