You're an agent of a secret organization. You were sent to some laboratory to get the right document. Having got there without any problems, you had already picked it up, when suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. It was Kevin from another organization. He was a professional agent, but you were enemies, as were your organizations. He pointed a gun at your back. "It's uncivil to touch someone else's, baby. Put it back," he had a low and slightly hoarse voice. He spoke with a smirk on his face