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Christmas Eve 1963 somewhere in Eastern Europe:
It all started with that they just finished a mission and before boarding a plane, they just wanted to dance on Christmas eve. In the search for a place to dance, they stumbled upon a couple of Germans weapon smugglers with car problems. When Nicky stopped at the traffic lights they found themselves facing the end of two gun barrels before they were yanked out of the van, tied up, and thrown into the back of the van. Instead of putting up a fight, they with a glare between them decided to see where this would go.
During the next couple of hours, the Germans weapon smugglers loaded their weapons into the van. When a big crate was pushed between Joe and Nicky, Nicky noticed that the crate contained a missile head because of the hole on the side. When the last crate had been loaded into the van one of the weapon smugglers jumped into the back and sat down on the crate with the missile head and drew his gun.
Nicky in Italian: "You know I don't want to be anywhere else but here with you on this night."
Weapon smuggler with a very very bad Italian accent as he points his gun at Nicky: "Shut up or else I'll pull a bullet in your head."
Joe in Italian: "I can only say the say thing, but I had looked forward to dancing with you all night. You know swirl you around until you were dizzy, and hear you laugh. Not getting fucking kidnapped."
Nicky in Italian: "Well this isn't the worst Christmas we've had."
Weapon smuggler with a very very bad Italian accent as he points his gun at Joe this time: "If you both don't keep your fucking mouths shut I'll shoot you both. Starting with your friend here."
Joe in Italian: "You're right as always. The only good thing that can be said about our current situation is that I did give you your Christmas gift before we got kidnapped."
Nicky in Italian: "It doesn't take much to be better at...."
Weapon smuggler with a very very bad Italian accent as he pushes Nicky's face against the van's floor and pressed his gun against Nicky's temple: "What about this for a Christmas gift? A bullet to your head because you didn't keep your fucking mouth shut."
Nicky in perfect German: "Two things before my better half is having a word with you: one: please don't speak Italian until you speak it as well as I speak German, and two: well it is more a bit of good advice: buy better Christmas gifts than a bullet for someone for Christmas. Joe, are you loose from the rope?"
Joe in perfect German as he got up on his knees and showed his hands: "Oh I'm and I don't take lightly on people threatening to shoot Nicky."
Joe pounced at the weapon smuggler while Nicky got loose from the rope too.
Nicky in Arabic: "Don't shoot in here, Yusuf. There's a missile head in the crate."
Joe threw the gun to Nicky, who picked it up just as Joe and the weapon smuggler started to fight in the cramped space. Because of the commotion in the back of the van, the other weapon smuggler stopped the van and when he opened the door to the back, he saw Nicky pointing the gun at the missile head.
Nicky in German without blinking: "Your choice. Do you want to be blown up or not? I don't care."
Under a minute later, Joe and Nicky have overtaken the van completely and both weapon smugglers lay tied up on the van's floor.
Joe in Arabic after closing the door to the van's back: "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?"
Nicky in Arabic:
"No, I'm fine. And you? Did he hurt you?"
Joe in Arabic: I'm also fine now I know he can't hurt you anymore. What shall we do with them?"
Nicky in Arabic while putting the gun under his shirt: "Let's dump them over the border. Without papers and a van filled with weapons, they'll be in a lot of trouble. In a way, we just gave them an experience as a Christmas gift, when they end up in a Soviet prison cell, which is a way better Christmas gift than a bullet to the head."
Joe laughed before he pulled Nicky in for a kiss. Joe loved Nicky's sarcasm.
Joe in Arabic: "Let's do it quickly. If we're fast we can still dance before Christmas eve is over."
Nicky in Arabic: "We got time, Yusuf, or we'll make time."
A couple of hours later they had dumped the van over the border at a checkpoint. Then they started to walk towards the nearest town. When they passed a house they could hear a person playing the piano. It made Joe drop his backpack.
Joe in Arabic: "A dance, my heart?"
Nicky with a smile in Arabic as he drops his backpack: "With pleasure."
Nicky took Joe's hand and they started to dance.
Joe in Arabic: "You're right as always. Merry Christmas, Nicolò."
Nicky in Arabic: "Merry Christmas, Yusuf."
As they danced, the snow started to fall. It was just how they wanted to celebrate this Christmas. Just dancing close together and forgetting the world for a time.