It was 3:16 pm. Adonis sat, his legs resting on a small table humming Tchaikovsky. He’d been callously napping and drinking tea since morning and was quite bored. 

“Hope you don’t mind if I take a seat.”

“Daniil.” 

“Seems you’ve been perking up; your voice that is.”

Adonis grunted, his knee slightly bumping.

He wore the same suit from earlier that afternoon, only his tie was loosened, and without a blazer. Daniil darted his eyes and excitedly grasped a flask from his back pocket.

“We’re going on vacation! Well, I am. You’ll be doing all the work but I’m sure you’re fine with it. The cruise- It goes to Cali, and then Mexi-”

Boris gently placed a revolver to his head. Looking at his target across Daniil, Adonis gently tilted his head, tightly grasping his mug; his boot pummeled into the gunman’s arm, pushing the projectile toward the back. Daniil promptly right-hooked him in the face, staining his white sleeves with blood.

“I will have your head on a plaque!” Boris howled.

The cafe had been evacuated since the threatening encounter. Only a woman, Ana, stood towards the entrance with a wire in hand. Adrenaline bolted through Daniil’s veins; he transferred the gun to his hand. Eyes awoken, he shot Boris in his left knee. 

The falling sun felt rather calming. A wire digging deep into his skin was the least of his concerns; time seemed slower. Adonis’s hazel eyes seemed worried. What a sorrowful sight. Adonis proceeded to smash his fist into Ana’s dreadful gaze. He stomped onto her thin nose once she could only crawl. That didn’t matter. Leaving both agents and weapons, Daniil was carried, crimson pouring, with Adonis rushing to his car. Tears spotted his unresponsive face.