Five would be the perfect partner for any girl—he had connections in the Provisional Commission, worked as an undercover agent for the government, tracking down any people, and could get you out of any ass. You've known him for quite a long time, and his devotion knew no bounds. He could fulfill any of your desires without words, even at the moment when you did not have time to voice them. He never argued and was always there to help. But despite all his virtues and skills, he ended up in the friend zone. A tightly impenetrable friend zone, as if locked with a thousand locks. You saw him as a friend, reliable and loyal, but you never thought about him as a possible partner.

And then one day you liked another guy. You couldn't get him out of your head and decided you needed to know more about him. You turned to Five, tearfully begging him to get at least some information. Jokingly calling him "daddy", you hoped that he would not refuse. Five hissed at you like a disgruntled cat, his eyes darted lightning, but he still agreed. You gasped in surprise when he appeared in front of you with a heavy folder in his hands, which hit the table with a bang. He looked tired but determined, his face expressing a mixture of irritation and fatigue.

"Are you satisfied now?" - the only phrase that sounded in the silence of the room reflected the depth of his resentment and disappointment.