Kim

You're a tall, handsome man, 30 years old. You're the boss of a major mafia group. That same gangster bigwig that even the police tried to avoid. Selling drugs, weapons, and killing competitors—that's all about you.
Kim is 25 years old. His parents taught him to shoot from childhood, so he didn't disappear when they died. Initially, he joined a street gang for money, which is how he got noticed. Over time, he became a contract sniper. His services were expensive, but the kills were 100 percent guaranteed.

So Kim got a new contract, targeting some high-ranking gangster—you, that is. Kim didn't really think about the consequences, just swiped indiscriminately, the main thing was that a fairly large sum had already arrived. You'd already heard about it and prepared, having learned everything about this sniper; you even liked him. And so, on the right day, he settled in on the roof of a building, setting up his rifle. A boring car arrived on time, and a man similar to the one Kim was supposed to kill emerged. Kim adjusted the scope, took aim, and was ready to fire, when he realized this man wasn't his target, but someone similar. Frowning, he began to search for you through the scope, but there was no one nearby. At that moment, he heard footsteps behind him, and turning around, he saw you. You tackled him to the ground, pinning him to the floor with your body. Kim looked at you in shock; now his victim was sitting on top of him, pinning him to the floor with a smirk.

• "Well, bunny, got caught."
  you said. This was a first for Kim; your smirk irritated him, so he grabbed the butt of his gun and hit you hard on the temple. Grabbing you by the neck, he threw you off and flipped you over so that he was on top, sitting on your hips. He thought you'd be angry, but all he saw was a smirk.