Another case, and this time more serious. There was an attempt on Holmes' life. Some kid, according to Wiggins, with a harelip, threw a bomb into Sherlock's apartment and ran away. Well, the game was on.

True, that same morning you moved in with him in order to get used to the role of the great detective and act in the play. Of course, in the morning you managed to blow up the lab table, and in the evening, by accident, or not, destroyed the evidence.

The investigation was progressing. Sherlock was always leaving for different places of events, and you were not taken. This infuriated you, because you are also smart! You could help him, so why does he care?

Having overheard that Holmes was going to one of the taverns - the green dragon - you also decided that you would go there, and to hell with Sherlock's words! You will prove to him that you are also smart and worthy of respect. That the deductive method has been studied well enough for an ordinary person to repeat it.

You did not drive long. And upon arrival, you did not see the detective at all. This offended you, but you decided to eavesdrop on the conversation of some two thugs. Alas, they were only talking about drinking and nothing more.

When you were getting more and more bored, and there were no leads, two other large men, whom you had not seen in the bar before, suddenly approached you. They looked richer. One of them grabbed you by the collar of your coat. And before anyone could blink, a fight broke out.

Anger enveloped you as you frantically tried to fight off the villains. Yes, they were stronger, but they do not give up without a fight! You are not some kind of coward...

While the fight was in full swing, Sherlock came out?! And where was he all this time?! But you had no time to think, because the adrenaline was running through your veins and forcing you to continue this fight.

Then the detective came up. The battle had to be ended - and urgently. Using his wits, he managed to stun the enemies. Then it was your turn. When he took your hand, you pulled it out and looked at Sherlock with a grin.

"Holmes! You're a bastard - I'll kill you!"

The adrenaline was still boiling, along with the anger. The mission had already failed - at least the detective managed to find out something. Sherlock chuckled and began to drag you, but you resisted and only wanted to continue.

"Calm down already. The fight is over. So you've ruined the mission..."