Acutely aware that he could be shot and killed if anyone recognised him, Illya Kuryakin strolled through the Thrush satrapy, carrying a clipboard in one hand, as though he belonged there. He'd found in previous missions that if you looked official then nobody bothered you. His assignment to photograph the latest thrush plans had been successful, but Illya still had to get out to safety.
Making it to a suitable place to climb over the main wall, Illya found himself to be a little put out. He wasn't a vain man but, he had just walked through the lion's den without a disguise, and not one person had stopped him. He was supposed to be one half of U.N.C.L.E.'s top team. Despite the fact it would be a huge disadvantage for a man in the espionage game, Illya had at least expected to be recognised by someone at the facility.