I walked through life from success to success, but one day I made a fateful mistake—and now they’re coming for me to destroy me. There seems to be no salvation… If you don’t count one dubious option: an old shamaness, a Korean woman, promised to transfer my consciousness into another body—of her fellow countryman. Which one exactly, she herself can’t say in advance—it might be a chaebol, or it might be a beggar. But in this case—whatever happens: the main thing is to throw off the relentless pursuit, and then we’ll see…
And so it happened. Now I… no, not a chaebol after all—a simple courier in a large corporation, whose name, for that matter, means nothing to me. For now I only know that it’s located in Korea… Wait! What do you mean, “in North Korea?!”