The Secretarial Pool was all atwitter over the arrival of UNCLE's newest agent, the Russian known as Illya Kuryakin. Eight typists were huddled together over their lunches gossiping about their new favorite Section II.

"Remember Twyla? The girl from Communications who transferred to the London office last year?" Sandra was saying as the others leaned in closer, "Well, we've stayed in touch and she told me that Agent Kuryakin never dated anyone at work. He barely spoke to any of the girls there; the friendliest he would become was allowing some of them to call him Illya."

"Eeeeliya," Glenna swooned, "what an exotic name! And have you heard him speak? His accent is so, so sexy!"

Marian chimed in, "It is sexy, isn't it? When he came to my office to have his ID photo taken, he sat in front of the screen with such a serious face, I said 'Come on, Mr. Kuryakin, I'm taking you're picture, not shooting you!' He gave me the cutest little smile and said, 'I will try to do better.' He is…scrumptious." She sighed at the memory.

"Hey, you two!" Josie spoke up, "Just because you both got to speak with him is no reason to show off!"

"Yes, it is!" Marian and Glenna said in unison.

Before any of the other women at the table could respond, the Commissary doors swung open to reveal the CEA and his partner. Speaking quietly to each other, they picked up trays and stepped into the food line, providing the women unobstructed views of their backsides. Wordlessly, they stared until the men finished paying for their meals and turned to head to a table.

Carmen waved boldly to get their attention. "Hello, Mr. Solo! Is that your partner?"

Napoleon said something to the Russian, who glowered, but silently approached the table with him. "Carmen, Ladies, hello. I'd like to introduce Mr. Illya Kuryakin, a transfer from UNCLE Europe and my partner. Illya, meet Carmen, Sandra, Josie, Terry, CeCe, Elaine and I believe you already know Marian and Glenna."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. Marian, Glenna; nice to see you again." He stood awkwardly for a few seconds and then said to Napoleon, "We need to talk about our mission."

Napoleon nodded. "Of Course. Ladies." He tipped his imaginary hat and then led the way to where the Section IIs preferred to sit.

"What an accent. What a voice," CeCe rhapsodized, "I could listen to him all day."

"Voice, schmoice!" Elaine said, "I would love to be the filling in that Section II sandwich!"

They laughed so hard the objects of their affection and attention turned to watch them as they got up to return to work.