Illya Kuryakin was sitting in his advanced mathematics class at the University of Georgia, completing his studies there, while he was being slowly indoctrinated into the world of the Glavnoye Razvedyvatel'noye Upravleniye, the foreign military intelligence main directorate of the Soviet Army General Staff of the Soviet Union.
He kept glancing over at the girl sitting next to him. She was blonde and prettier than most of the other females in class, and very smart as well. There had been a few flirtatious looks passed between them over the last few weeks and today Illya figured he would try to make his move, being in his mid-teens, hormones were at work here.
It was Valentine's Day, though not a holiday celebrated in the Soviet Union, there were those who knew of it and took advantage of it's sentiment to declare their undying love for someone. Russians, though a melancholy lot, were indeed a passionate people, and a thing like Valentine's Day as an excuse for getting a pretty girl to go to bed with you was always helpful, though some girls did not need much urging.
Yaroslava, however, was one of those girls who needed that extra bit of encouragement...
Illya took his calculations graph and drew a heart in the middle of it, scribbling a note on the back of it and passed it to her.
She looked at it quizzically, turning it over and reading what he wrote.
"С Днем Святого Валентина. Вы будете моим Валентина?"
"What is this Valentine's Day, and how do I become your Valentine?" She whispered to him, not wanting to get caught by the instructor, though her eyes told Illya she was more than interested in finding out what the note meant.
"Meet me behind the gymnasium after class and I will show you," he winked at her.
Yaroslava smiled, thinking he was cute and his lips seemed very kissable. She agreed to meet him, hoping she might steal a kiss or maybe more from the handsome blond boy with the intense blue eyes...
They met in secret, in a spot where they were free from prying eyes and at first they were both a bit shy.
"So, Illya Nickovich, what is this Valetine's Day you wrote about ?" Yaroslava, stood, twirling her finger in a lock of her long hair Her body language showed a coyish flirtatiousness.
"Valentine's Day is celebrated on this date in many countries, and I believe it has its origins with the Christian Feast of Saint Valentinus, dating back to the times of the Romans.
"It is a religious observance? No no, this I cannot take part in. I thought you were a non-believer?" She became visibly upset.
"Nyet, It is a day for a day for the exchange of tokens of affection. It has become a more secular now. The day was first associated with romantic love in the time of Chaucer in the Middle Ages."
"Hmm,, It is a day for a day for the exchange of tokens of affection you say?" Her fears assuaged; Yaroslava returned to her flirtatious ways. "So what token do you have for me Illya Nickovich?"
"This..." he smiled, taking her in his arms and kissing her with all the passion he could muster.
"Mmmm, more please?" She moaned. Perhaps there would be more than just a kiss from this handsome boy? At least that was what she now hoped.
Illya held her in his arms as he slowly lowered her to a blanket he's spread on the ground.
Together they laid down and there Yaroslava and Illya's Valentine's wishes came true...
