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Outside, laughter and the clinking of glasses could be heard—the sounds of Hyunjin's birthday party at the dacha. Everyone was laughing, having fun, and drinking heavily. When it came time to give gifts, everyone gave him gadgets and useful things, but he didn't care. You wanted to give him a one-on-one gift, so you didn't give it right away. When the insects outside attacked you, your parents decided to move indoors. Hyunjin was already 21. He was sitting quietly on his bed in his room, glued to his phone. But then you walked in with a box in your hands—a gift for Hyunjin.