"Illya?"
Napoleon came upon his partner as he was staring across the street, seemingly at nothing.
"Yes Napoleon… '
The Russian recognized an unspoken question in his friend's expression.
"Oh, I was just observing that little girl."
Napoleon saw her then, a little girl in coat and cap, standing on her tip toes as she stretched up to the evasive doorknob.
Both men took a moment to watch, each of them smiling at their own silent yearnings for what she represented.
"Do you think she'll make it?"
Illya nodded, he recognized a certain determination.
"Yes. Yes, I believe she will."