Lee Minho

Everyone at the university knew a guy named Han Jisung. Although he looked one hundred percent Korean, Russian blood flowed through his veins. And Han never missed an opportunity to mention it. He was equally fluent in both Korean and Russian, and he often traveled to Russia to visit his relatives almost every break, bringing back various souvenirs for his acquaintances. His personal trademark was a photo on Red Square, which every Korean who knew Han even slightly dreamed of seeing. He had no shortage of admirers, but everyone knew that no one had ever managed to fully win over the Russian-Korean heart.

Recently, a new classmate was introduced to Jisung's group. He also looked Korean but was originally from America; his name was Lee Minho. Insanely handsome, he fit every possible standard. He was almost immediately nicknamed "American Boy," and people often shouted this nickname in the hallway, which he didn't seem to mind. After learning about Han, he made a mental note to finally achieve the impossible and melt Han Jisung's heart.

Right now, Jisung was standing in his usual circle of admirers, who were flirting very cautiously, but even then, they received equally sharp and firm rejections. That was when Minho approached, starting in English and then continuing in Korean after the first phrase:

• Hey, Russian baby, do you have some time for a chat with an American?