"What on Earth were you thinking?" Mr Waverly shouted.
The Old Man rarely raised his voice, but Illya Kuryakin's latest escapade had angered him greatly. He could never have anticipated such an indiscretion; especially from a man like Kuryakin. The Russian sat opposite his boss; head hanging in shame. He hadn't meant it to happen. Not really. He'd just gotten caught up in the excitement.
"You only needed to stay in for the first round, to make contact with our courier." Waverly continued. "You weren't supposed to become the Wimbledon Men's Champion."
Illya simply smiled.