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Repost from last year:

‘What is this box on my desk?” Illya asked.

“St. Nick left you chocolates. He brings gifts to all good agents on December 5th night.”

“Americans. You find any reason to give gifts.”
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Hearing their door open, Illya quickly closed his desk drawer grabbing a report before him.

Although he was quick, Napoleon saw. Knowing he would get no place asking the Russian what he was hiding, he hid his curiosity.

Napoleon crossed the room and sat on the edge of Illya’s desk right over the drawer.

“Yes?” Illya eyed his partner.

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“Are you ready to go, tovarisch?” Napoleon asked looking over Illya in costume.
“You are not dressing before we go?”

“Well, I thought I’d wait until we arrived.”

“By the way, Napoleon, what is your costume?”

He started out the door but Illya stepped in his way.


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“Napoleon, what are you doing?”.

“Craving Jack-o-Lanterns”

“If you cut pumpkins up like that, the meat will be no good.”
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Napoleon entered Illya’s apartment to find it filled of boxes and the Russian with a rare full grin on his face.

“What’s this?” he asked pointing to the mess.

“Waverly asked me to test this out,” his partner answered running his hands over a machine, admiration in his eyes.

“And that is?” Napoleon asked pointing to a box approx. 2w×2d×1h feet with ( Read more... )

Expected, Illya let himself into Napoleon's apartment.

Sitting down next to his partner on the couch, Illya loaded his plate from the table full of snacks. The television was blaring the Jets vs the Giants football game. The November day was cold and the Giants were winning their first game against the Jets.

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Sleep, if only he could. If only the nightmares wouldn’t come as soon as he closed his eyes. They had tried to get there in time, but it didn’t matter. The population of the small village had been dead before they had even started out. Thrush was once more trying to take over. Illya and he had put a stop to their plans, but too late for the ( Read more... )

“Tell me again why I’m doing the wash?” Napoleon asked. Their few clothes needed to be washed.

“You lost the bet.”

“You stacked the deck, knowing you’d win.

“Then why did you bet with me?”

Napoleon complained. “You convinced me to go into the bar knowing what I’d do.”

“You have no self-control.”

“And you took advantage of that fact.”
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"Must we listen to that music?" Napoleon asked. He was tired, hungry and frustrated. The assignment had gone badly and they still had to report in to Waverly.
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