Rudy was your best friend for many, many years.

He loved you and always agreed to doing missions with you.

For this one, however, you had to go undercover to a upper class party — one where you'll have to dance together.

Rudy spins you into his arms, but stumbles backwards when you step on his toes.

He catches himself and smiles at you. "You've almost got it, cariño," he tried to assure you.

His hands move to your hips, gently fixing your position. "Just need a little more practice."