What if a pacifist needed to work for mobsters ?

Yoh Song-ho dreams about dancing in the Opera of Paris but living in North Korea doesn't help. After travelling illegaly to France, he must pay the trup by assassinating people for his boss.

Here where it stinks ; his target is a political influence, and he sweared to kill Song-ho's mother if anything were to happen to him. And if he doesn't do the work, our aspiring prima ballerina will be the one assassinated.

Blood on Pointe Shoes

The 4x4 drove again on the highway, Jieung-yong leading us to the address indicated by Boss. 


She revealed the route only in small bits, pointing at the sign that Jieung-yong should follow for the next 2 minutes. 


Because of the concentration required to follow a GPS by jerky orders, Xiaojian, Henriette, David and I kept silent. At least we were in solidarity in this ordeal. I smiled in spite of myself. 


Boss gave instructions in a confident voice, as she did when we first met at the Firm's entrance exam. Her severity should make my hair stand on end, but I couldn't help but take a deep breath; her leadership skills had returned, and I didn't have to scribble down any more twisted plans to get us out of this mess. 


Boss's gaze stared far ahead and seemed to say, "The damage is done. Now, all we have to do is get up." 


50 - Iceland