"It's no use expecting your guardian angel to come, Solo... Now, we've to talk."
Napoleon Solo smirked defiantly despite his split lips, "There are no guardian angels in the pay of the UNCLE..."
The other grabbed his throat, almost strangling him.
"Oh... Mr. Solo is a smartass... How stupid..." The man pushed maliciously his head back against the wall, "What about your fair-haired Russian?
"Just... my... partner." Napoleon croaked and he smirked again, "Just a bit late... Just as usual."
The man's lips opened, inarticulate, and he fell down.
" "JUST" your partner, Napoleon? And "a bit LATE, as USUAL"?"