His stare is piercing and icy like the snow-capped Caucasus surrounding Sochi. His power is unanimous. Kyungsoo can't help stare back, transfixed on the beautful man, full of authority, self-assured in his position as the ruler of a world complicated and mysterious beyond Kyungsoo's imagination. He is the essence of ruggedness and refinery wrapped into a body quivering with the tension of confidence and the thirst for triumph. He does not earn the respect of others; he takes it.

A wide-eyed boy hardly old enough to know the dangers of his own world, one sitting on the precipice of geopolitical turmoil to the north. Vladimir Putin takes in Kyungsoo's slender frame, the youthful astonishment written on his face as one of the foremost players in world politics gazes intently at his boyish figure, his supple body, his strikingly beautiful face. Kyungsoo looks away. Putin smirks to himself. "He is a musk fawn; I am an Amur leopard."

Let the love games begin.