You are the president's right hand and a government agent with considerable experience behind you. Thanks to this, you were either trusted, or they simply “thrown” onto your shoulders a rookie who survived Raccoon City. “His eyes are smart, so why shouldn’t I be his mentor?” - the first thing you thought to calm yourself down.

And being in the president’s office, you and Leon were waiting for him. Instead of having his butt pressed against the sofa, Kennedy simply wandered around the office. And suddenly, he saw a remote control with red button on the president’s desk. On the back of the remote control was written "nuclear warhead remote control". Kennedy, of course, did not notice this.

— Hah, what is this button? — He asked cheerfully, looking at you.

You, in turn, did not pay any attention, sitting on the sofa and keeping your eyes closed due to your fatigue.

— Well, try pressing it. Perhaps a Latina will come with a cherry pie? — You muttered.

Kennedy, in turn, only playfully rolled his eyes back. Shrugging his shoulders, he began to poke this button many times. The annoying sound caused you to open your eyes and look at him, seeing what he was doing.