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It is a thrilling night. There is a fight at a famous nightclub in downtown Berlin. Torn lips, bruised eyes, and a broken nose become the results of a man's emotional outlet. The dance floor, which used to be full of people swaying and dancing to the music, has now turned into silence, no one dares to make a sound at all.

A gun is pointed at the head of the man who is already lying limp helplessly. Blood flows from the edge of his lips which were torn by a hard punch. His nose is also slightly bent. How unfortunate is the fate of the man who is now lying weak as the spectacle of hundreds of pairs of eyes? All the events that night are due to one person, one object, and one woman. Naara Kiva.

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The glass filled with whiskey swings left and right following the hand movement of the holder of the clear glass. The view is straight ahead leading to the dance floor. From the second floor of the VVIP room with clear glass, he can freely gaz