A man was sitting at a table in a hotel room. On the table was an unopened bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, along with two glasses and a wine opener. There was also a manila folder.
There was a knock on the door. He got up and opened it. A beautiful blond woman was standing there.
"Olga, darling!"
"Maxi-Baby!"
They kissed, and he led her in.
She eyed the file on the table. "The plans—you got them!"
"At great risk to my life!"
"Oh, Maxi, I'm so proud of you!"
They kissed again. He took the wine opener and uncorked the champagne. Meanwhile she slipped her shoes off.
"You must be a gypsy."
"Because I'm barefoot?"
"That's right."
She smiled. "I guess I do have some gypsy blood in me!"
He poured the champagne into the glasses and gave one to her.
"Cheers!"
They saluted and drank.
"This hotel has a divine smoked salmon. They smoke it themselves. How about I order some?"
"That sounds wonderful."
He went to the phone, while she sat on the bed.
"Room service, please. . . Hello, this is Maxwell Smart in room 1302. I'd like an order of your exquisite smoked salmon, please. . . yes. . . Excellent!" He hung up. "It'll be here in five minutes."
"Wonderful! Sit by me, Maxi-Baby!"
"All right."
He sat on the bed a few feet from her and nervously sipped his drink. She started affectionately rubbing his leg with her left foot, making him even more nervous!
"Come on, Max—relax! We have the whole evening together. Is it your wife you're thinking about?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"Is this your first affair?"
"Yes."
"You're sweet! Well, if you prefer, I can just take the file, give you the money, and leave."
"Well. . ."
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. He quickly got up and answered it.
"Ah, the salmon."
But it wasn't the bellhop; it was the Chief and another agent!
"Olga Androv, I hereby arrest you in the name of the forces of goodness and kindness!"
She pulled out a gun, but so did the three men!
"You might as well drop your weapon!"
She sighed and dropped it. "Can I put my shoes back on, Max?"
"Certainly."
She walked over to them. But rather than put them on, she picked up her left shoe and aimed it at the men. Smart shot at her hand, causing her to drop the shoe.
"You can't fool me, Olga; I know about the old shoe-gun trick!"
She smiled. "You're good, Max! If only things were different."
"Yes, if only."
"Good work, Max!"
"Thank you, Chief. I just hope 99 doesn't hear about this."
She suddenly came into the room. "I did hear about it—and I forgive you, Max!"
"99!"
They kissed. The still-barefoot Olga was led away.