"Blin!" The Russian blurted out as he listened in on the trio of agents. He'd planted a microphone on the lapel of one of them, hoping it wouldn't be spotted when they literally ran into him earlier that afternoon.

"Kak oni popali v Sovet·skuyu razvedku_ how did they ever get into Soviet Intelligence?" He asked himself in disbelief.

"Bolvan_blockhead!" One called the other.

"Valiotsjudal! Eto byla vasha vina, my yego poteryali_ piss off. It was your fault we lost him."

"Eto bylo, eto yego vina _ was not, it was his fault!"

Ne bylo_ was not," a third man denied.

"By_ was!"

"Kozël_loser."

"Razve ne_am not!"

"Tozhe_are too!"

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"Bozhe moi_ my God?" Illya snorted at their antics, arguing like children.

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"Vy bessmyslennye duraki_ you are a mindless fools!"

"Govorit, kto_says who?"

'Govorit mne, chto yestʹ kto_ says me that's who!"

"Vy mudryĭ parenʹ_you wiseguy!"

"Kto ya_who me?"

"Da, vy_yes you!"

"Mne chto_me what?"

"U menya byli s soboĭ ! Kogda ya vyĭdu ot·syuda, ya planiruyu bukha popala v butylku. I ya budu poluchatʹ udovolʹstvie delatʹ eto_I have had it with you! When I get out of here I plan to hit the bottle. And I will enjoy myself doing it!" Moris growled.

"Dostal_I'm very annoyed with you," Lorenssyr said to Moris

The third asked, "Gde zhe vy, rebyata, syr . Mne nuzhna syra. Moris , Lorenssyr "._ Moris, Lorenssyr _Where's the cheese you guys. I need cheese. Moris, Lorenssyr the cheese! "

"Nyah! Vy vsegda razdrazhalo Kudryavyĭ _ you're always upset Kudryavyĭ!"

"Eto potomu, chto vy vsegda vybor na mne, Moris_ that's because you're always picking on me Moris! Nyuck nyuck!"

"O, da ? Nu vospolʹzovatʹsya etoĭ_ oh yeah? Well take this!"

There was a loud crash and Illya could hear the telltale grunts, groans and slaps of a wrestling match. He stifled his laughter thinking these three were the ones sent to capture him?

"KGB dyeĭstvitelʹno snizili svoi trebovaniya!" Illya could barely speak as he finally burst out laughing. "KGB has really lowered their standards!"

Napoleon had been sitting there beside his partner, listening intently on the stooge-like routine, though he was hard pressed not to laugh as well. "So should we go break them up and lead them on a merry chase, partner mine?" He grinned wickedly.

"Why not, it could be fun." Illya smirked. "I think perhaps their self-esteem needs a little boosting. There is an old Russian saying, Gde tonko — tam i rvyotsya."

"It will snap where it's the thinnest?" Napoleon looked puzzled as he translated.

"Your Russian is improving my friend but, these sayings are notoriously colloquial and cannot be interpreted literally. It means the chain is no stronger than its weakest link. I think we have found some very weak links here for once."

"Gotcha," Napoleon grinned."Let's have that fun."

Solo and Kuryakin checked their holstered weapons, donned their suit jackets and headed down the hallway in the dingy hotel. The American and Russian prepared themselves as Illya rapped lightly on the KGB agents door.

The men opened it cautiously, seeing Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo standing there in front of them, then looked at each other in shock."

"Gotovy_ready?" Illya smiled, cocking his eyebrows before he and Napoleon took off at a run, leaving the Russian agents dumbfounded at their incredible luck.