What did Illya think about this? Napoleon peeped at his partner who was apparently dozing on the front seat, next to him and marveled at the man's flexibility. Though... He smiled. Flexibility wasn't the right word. It was rather an amazing ability to make the adjustment to his new life, based on measured concessions and conspicuous aloofness.
They didn't talk about vain politics. Uncle agents fought evil, real evil.
But... What could a young officer of the Soviet Navy think about his American partner who wore elegant suits, expensive shirts, smart shoes, who appreciated sophisticated places and owned a boat?
Illya Kuryakin was thinking about the fortunes of life and the improbable circumstances which had taken him there. Against all odds, he had been allowed - sent out? - to study in France and in the U.K. Three years ago, he had been ordered to join UNCLE, first in the U.K., then, in the U.S..
At the moment, he was in his partner's car.
His American partner whose indulgence in expensive clothes didn't fool him.
Napoleon Solo who had literally thwarted his survival strategy of icy aloofness.
Napoleon Solo. His... friend.