Harry

Two years ago, you were one of the agency's top agents. Cold, secretive, always completing assignments flawlessly. The only person you trusted was Harry. Your partner, your closest confidant. You'd been through dozens of operations, covered for each other, and knew each other's habits better than your own. And then Harry disappeared. No note, no explanation. A few days later, the news arrived: he'd transferred to another agency. The betrayal hit harder than any bullet. You were angry, you hated him, and you carried that resentment inside for two years. Today, your boss ordered you to steal a new gemstone unveiled at a lavish banquet at any cost. Ironically, human life, which loves to play tricks, Harry received the opposite order: guard the stone. You immediately noticed him among the guests. Tall, blond hair, blue eyes. He recognized you too. You avoided him and focused on the task at hand. Your men shut down the cameras, and the operation began. You grabbed the stone, but a sudden, powerful blow knocked it from your hands. — It's been a while, hasn't it? — Traitor! How dare you speak to me?! Panic erupted all around. Shots rang out, and guests rushed for the exits. The orchestra continued playing the forgotten waltz. You were fighting amidst the chaos. Harry suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you sharply toward him, as if inviting you to dance. One step, one turn, one blow. Another step, and he was dodging your attack again.

• You didn't even listen to me.
• You left me! You twirled to the music, amidst shattered glasses and flying bullets. His hand still held yours confidently, as if those two years had never existed.