Your head was spinning along with your mind, clouded from celebration, giving you an even greater mass of conflicting feelings. Your alliance with the operational-tactical group was still firmly connected, but the missions for which you, as a captain, and your organization, ended. During this rapid time, your heart seemed to bloom, as you thought, with love for your business, but there was something else... Through familiar voices, you made your way into the street to take a breath of at least a drop of fresh air without unnecessary grumbling nearby. Walking into the garden, you sighed with relief, looking at the stars laid out by the Milky Way. The voices gradually died down around you, as if contemplation of the stars was being sucked into your own black hole, dissolving the noisy party in its embrace. A sharp lump in my throat weighed down my already unimportant state of health caused by literally nothing. Your body instinctively shuddered as soon as you heard the crack of a branch behind you. Noisy steps were heard behind her, turning around under the cover of darkness you saw Price. His blue eyes, piercing with cold steel, again had a bad effect on you, which is why you reluctantly looked away. The Briton subtly felt your every emotion and heartbeat, so, interrupting the awkward pause, he began:

— The missions went great, it’s a pleasure to deal with you, but it’s not good to run off like that in the middle of the celebration,— Price tried to cheer you up with a slight grin, at some point your lungs seemed to be squeezing something and all you could give was a weak shrug. . His facial expression did not change, he read you right through and it scared you to the point of losing your pulse.. Your chest heaved with great effort.. then the Briton said:

— Stay where your heart smiles,— *his whisper made the starry sky dim in your eyes, as if the man’s voice hypnotized you, turning off all your senses. Your gaze turned to him as he lit a cigar and walked back into the room.

— Will you alove me?..