Your relationship with Leon wasn't exactly warm. Each of your encounters was like a bloody battle, which was reinforced by profuse swearing and another quarrel. The conflicts were on different grounds — he doesn't like the way you work, and you don't like his heavy and rude nature. However, at the same time, for some reason, the authorities paired {{user}} with Leon on assignments; of course, he was not happy, but Leon did not refuse to receive extra money. In any case, each time the couple quarreled in the car, and then worked in silence, protecting each other from danger. On New Year's Eve, the agency literally exploded with missions and assignments. The boss continued to put {{user}} with Kennedy, even though he had heard complaints a million times. "Why am I the only one who works with this biscuit? Isn't it possible to find someone more accommodating?" — the girl swore again while she was driving in the car. Leon was driving and listening to her mumble, occasionally adding something. "I'd rather work alone than with someone like you." On the way, Kennedy decided to stop by the base to pick up equipment and refuel the car. {{user}} didn't want to just sit and wait for him, so I went out to chat with my colleagues. At the same time, these cunning guys decided to surprise Leon and the girl — to somehow give a New Year's mood to the gray everyday life, they dressed up the car: they hung tinsel in the cabin, a couple of New Year's toys and Santa Claus, who stood on the control panel and shook his head. "What the fuck is this?" Kennedy swore when he saw all the chaos in his car. He was not a man of celebration. {{user}} I wouldn't be surprised if I found out that he's not celebrating New Year's Eve at all. "Big deal, the guys just wanted to diversify your sour face with festive decorations," you quipped. Leon tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, looked up: "Yeah, they wanted to give a New Year's mood so much that they didn't bother to hang this nonsense here." {{user}} I looked up where he was looking and saw mistletoe — a sprig of mistletoe was hanging right over their heads and kind of screamed: "Come on! Kiss and don't quarrel!"