Prologue

I was sitting in front of the dressing table finishing my makeup for today. It's June 7, 2021 and today I made an appointment with my best friend to a café for breakfast. Fixing my eyelashes, my 5-year-old boyfriend, who is a little older than me, came into the room, but it never bothered us.

-Hey honey, what are you doing?-he asked, hugging me from behind.

-And what do you think?- I asked, not very nicely, because tomorrow my boyfriend is going on a business trip for a week, which he never tells me about, but he always makes up for the lost time after it.

-Don't be angry, you know it's independent of me, right?

-I know, but every month you go away and you don't tell me anything. You don't call, you don't write and I don't know what's going on with you. I'm worried so much stress I'm getting because of you," I said as I searched for my favorite lipstick.

-I think you'll be happy to go with me.

-Kidding?! Very willingly!

"But you'll have to wear a certain costume like me," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

-In-ho what are these delegations? Tell me, I won't be angry. I know that you are taking over the baton from your father, but I don't know anything else.

-You will know this truth well, but you will change your opinion about me and my father- he replied and sat down on the bed and I next to him. I listened carefully to what he was saying, I didn't think that someone as good as -In-ho could manage a murderous game of 45.6 million won with his father-Will you hate me already?-he asked, finishing looking at the floor. I didn't know what to say, I love him, but knowing what he does every month scares me.

-I still love you no matter what you do in private, but I didn't know you had the other side-- I said slowly, choosing my words carefully so as not to hurt him -I'll go there with you, see what you're doing, but I won't break up with you-I said, holding his hand, encouraging him.

-You're too good for me, I don't deserve you. I go by the name Frontman and I wear a black outfit, so you're going to be called Frontwoman and the same outfit.

-Okay, but I want the outfit all pink, I don't care how you arrange it, I'm not going to wear black. This color is depressing. Okay, I'm getting ready, Weronika is waiting for me in front of the block of flats- I said, taking a pink bag from the dressing table.

-Don't tell her about it. And how am I supposed to get you a pink outfit in one day!

-I won't tell her calmly. And color is your problem. I love you!-I shouted as I closed the door.

"I love you too, Liv!"