The Engagement Was Broken Off at the Wedding Hall

41 – 3-4. Open the door to Godyangnam. (Feat. Automatic door)

“9 O’clock? Hmm…!”

Relaxing morning.

Originally, I would have been busy preparing for work and all, but that wasn’t the case now.

Because I work from home. It was the same situation as when a disease broke out around the world, going to work from home without commuting.

‘Actually, it’s a case by case basis.’

Although I work from home, there are times when I work even harder because I work from home.

However, in my case, working from home occurred due to the special situation of ‘war’.

So, if you try hard to do something in business, it can be a stimulant.

So what is the conclusion?

There is nothing to do. There is nothing to do.

There is a given deadline, but it is generous in itself.

“Good…”

It was virtually a vacation.

‘After all, it’s S company.’

You believed it?

No, I was a little anxious, right?

I thought they were abandoning me because it was a town where there was a lot of chatter on MeTube, so I was shocked, right?

Give me a place to live,

Give me money,

The Internet has returned to a level where it is not frustrating.

And this is the most important point—Russia started a war, right?

In the aftermath, the Russian currency, the ruble, fell.

But what if you actually receive your salary in Korean Won?

“I love it….!”

Life in Russia for about a week.

So far, all is well with no complaints.

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─Buuung

“The air is nice….”

After breakfast, we went for a light drive.

For the first few days, I was confined to my room, saying it was dangerous outside, but I thought I could survive only when people came outside.

Anyway, the battlefield wasn’t Russia, and the police weren’t going to come and arrest me, so I went out with the mindset of giving up.

What is the result?

It was much safer than I thought.

No, if you think about it, it had to be that way.

‘Because all the men have disappeared.’

If you look at Russian memes, most of them are about real men, right?

But now that those manly brothers have disappeared, I can now walk around Russia more safely.

It looks very peaceful even during the war.

If I were to compare it, it felt like a traffic light.

It’s dangerous. Don’t cross. It feels like if you turn on the red lights on all sides of the road, inversely, all directions become safer.

“Let’s see…Is this where we are today?”

I drove the car following the list that Nova gave me.

This time, I planned to follow the trail recommended by Nova.

‘You said they sell waffles in the morning, right?’

There is a waffle shop on the way from the end of the walkway into the city, and it is said that the waffles sold there were so delicious that her younger sister loved them.

“Shall we eat some waffles for a snack?”

It ended with a question mark, but in fact, it was almost like it was decided.

Enter gently onto the trail.

As I walked in, passing some people walking on the promenade, I immediately realized what Nova meant by ‘a good place’.

“Quite…Not bad.”

Trees growing nicely on both sides.

The blue water of the lake can be seen in the background beyond.

A small and cute store that you often see—-that’s definitely not a brown bear, is it?

“….Ugh!”

As expected, the status of brown bear soup does not fade.

I heard that the locals feel like they are the dogs next door.

If you don’t go into their territory, they will get angry, and they have to be polite in places where people live. Sometimes, the younger ones try to bite them, but the older ones just nod their heads and go away.

If we hit our direction, does it feel like a tiger comes down, grabs a piece of rice cake, nods its head, and goes on its way?

It seems that the country of real men is not the country of real men for no reason.

If you live in a neighborhood with brown bears, it seems like gangsters that didn’t exist before will naturally appear.

“Ah…Is that there?”

Just before leaving the promenade and entering the city. A small waffle shop visible beyond.

The little mascot that looks like a waffle rips off its head and gives it a thumbs up. It looks like it’s something you’ll fall in love with after eating it.

─Tiring♬

“What’s going on, с….?”

“……..”

The lady who welcomes you as soon as you enter.

At the same time, he saw my face and stopped moving for a moment.

“Мужчина…?”

Ah, I know this.

“Да”

It means ‘man’ in Russian.

I answered yes and immediately checked the waffle list.

‘The most delicious thing here…’

According to Nova, he said he prefers adding toppings to the basics.

But honestly, I don’t know what’s what because all the menus are written in Russian.

‘This is what a translation base is like.’

I immediately took out my cell phone and turned on the translator.

“Is there a menu you recommend?”

“О да. Вы бы хотели, чтобы я сделал, что?”

“…….?”

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Asking someone to speak through a translator is another way, but I just nodded like an idiot.

‘Let’s just eat what we are given.’

It’s not like you don’t have money.

Even if I get ripped off, I have enough money to cover it.

I sat quietly and looked out the window.

“Hmm…..”

People visible outside the window.

At first, it just felt unfamiliar, but now that I look at it, it looks exactly like the morning view of the Han River.

Ladies gather together and walk around

A child who appears to be a student is running while wearing earphones.

Often, a woman who says, “I’m serious about exercising,” Pedals her bike hard while wearing a rider’s uniform.

‘…There are only women.’

I feel like I’ve arrived in a world where men and women are reversed.

Should I say it’s strange? Should I say it’s awkward?

As I zoned out and admired the scenery outside the window, the store owner personally brought me a waffle in a bowl.

“Huh? This is….”

Deliciously baked waffles.

Fresh cream and chocolate syrup on top.

Strawberries and oranges studded with berries.

And next to it—a cup of warm, steaming cocoa.

“Я даю это тебе.”

“Uhm…..”

When I tried to translate it somehow by turning on the translator app, the owner was clapping her hands and stuttering, and she spoke in English.

“Service.”

“Ah…!”

It was given as a service.

I smiled brightly and bowed my head.

“Это вкусно, так что вы не пожалеете.”

“Ah…hahahahaha….”

The lady also smiled brightly and said something.

I’ll say it again, I don’t know Russian.

Even if you say that, there is nothing I can answer.

‘In times like this, this is the only way.’

I just smiled stupidly and bowed my head.

Whether it’s a curse or a compliment, you can get over it with just this one.

Universal body attire.

“Good taste! Good for you!”

The lady seemed to like my struggles and smiled broadly before returning to her seat.

“Phew….”

It’s difficult. It’s difficult.

I took a big bite to relieve my tired brain.

“───Ah.”

Crispy baked waffles.

Soft and sweet whipped cream and thick chocolate syrup that sticks to the tongue.

In addition, the freshness of the fruits reduces the greasy aftertaste.

‘This…That’s it.’

It tastes like a high school girl.

… No, when you express it this way, it feels very criminal, doesn’t it?

“Umm…”

This felt fresh.

Refreshing and lively taste. The greenish taste, which was the exact opposite of the woman’s heavy appearance, brought a smile to my face without me knowing.

‘But it’s a bit sweet.’

It was a taste that was good for kids and that women would like.

I put down the half-eaten waffle, picked up the cocoa placed next to me, and drank it.

“───Whoa….”

I will correct it.

This is not cocoa.

‘My tongue… Hurts…!’

…It tastes like melted chocolate mixed with a spoonful of saccharin.

The taste goes beyond the concept of sweet to the point of being painful.

I needed something to wash away this taste, but there was no way that could be here right now.

“I wonder if vodka would be okay now…

…No way?”

Did Nova anticipate my situation and tell me to bring vodka with me?

Of course, that won’t happen, but I should always carry a bottle of vodka with me.

At least I think I can overcome this situation with a glass of vodka.

“Um… Tsupashiba.”

“Спасибо!”

After somehow finishing all the waffles, I went out.

“Whoa───Ah!”

It seemed like a sweet smell was coming out of my mouth.

It tastes like the brain inside your head is filled with sugar.

I feel like I’m coming back to my senses a little after breathing in the fresh air──

“Oh?”

That woman.

So, apparently, a few days ago at the bakery…

“Ugh.”

“………….”

I

Suddenly I desperately wanted to go home.

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There is a saying:

They say men from that country are the best match for women from that country.

But does that really make sense?

‘Bullsh*t’

It’s a lie.

To be exact, it was a large-scale brainwashing that took place in the old days, when patriarchy and monarchy were prevalent.

Women are productive.

It should not happen that women with future productive capacity are leaked to other countries.

That’s why they try to confine women by adding words that are not there and words that are as much as possible.

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But there is also a problem with this – the woman was not supposed to realize her own feminine power.

The power of women. The powerful power of ‘production’. It is clear that the moment women notice this, they will rebel against the current system.

That is why there were so many words in Korea that were hostile to women and that disparaged them.

When a hen crows, the family is upset. Or something.

Dried pollack and other things must be pounded once every three days. Etc.

“But…Not anymore.”

I realized what was binding me.

And I overcame it and overcame it with my own hands.

Now all that’s left is for us to achieve ‘victory’ as a ‘woman’ and a ‘person’.

And now, look at the results.

“We’re having a dinner party later, Miss Ji-yeon, would you like to come along?”

“Oh my, really?”

A woman who takes action wins.

Nowadays, men follow you just by existing.

I was definitely a queen that no one could deny.

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Ah, yes, yes.

Here in Korea? I laid down a boy from the East. Do you want to taste it too?

Is there anything difficult? I just approached him and gave him a drink, and he opened up right away?

….I didn’t do it alone, right?

Ah, but an Asian b*tch is better than a Western b*tch, right?

It’s better to have a b*tch that tightens and opens well than an expensive b*tch that bounces needlessly.

This year. I was just born a b*tch.