"Amazing...", the Russian hissed softly.
A sneaky – and icy - breeze twirled sand around, causing the dark haired man to turn away, eyes closed for a few seconds.
Amazing?
When he opened his eyes, he almost choked at the sight.
"What... What are you doing?"
His partner chuckled as he was pulling off his sweater which fell in a heap on the pants.
"You... you don't intend to..."
"Look at those colors... It's a lagoon..."
Napoleon Solo rolled his eyes. A lagoon? "A Polar lagoon, you crazy Russian!", he pointed at the waves. "And you don't like the sea, do you?"
Illya Kuryakin bit his lips with amusement. "I don't like being ON the sea, Napoleon... but I love being IN..." He smirked, "That why we're perfect partners, my friend... I'm seasick but I love swimming... You're a qualified sailor but you can barely float..." He ran towards the waves and plunged in the spume.