You were sitting in the subway next to Mikhail after a hard day filled with dangerous assignments and constant tension. Wounds and scratches were throbbing and hurting, and even a drop of sweat made you burn, but you didn't notice it anymore, too tired and focused on waiting for Carlos. He usually didn't run late, especially in such situations, but more than 20 minutes had passed, and he still hadn't appeared.

Suddenly, the subway doors opened, and Carlos entered the car. There was a happy smile on his face, and he was holding something small and fluffy. He approached you and, pulling it away from his chest, handed you a kitten.

Now there are four of us,—he said, his voice full of happiness and tranquility after a hard day.