Napoleon watched silently as Illya moved smoothly and effortlessly along the balance beam that stood at one end of UNCLE HQ's gym. The Accounting Department had finally approved the addition of gymnastic equipment to help agents stay in shape. In addition to the balance beam, there were even and uneven parallel bars, and a set of rings. When the Russian had realized the equipment had arrived, he came into work with a gym bag containing warm up pant with stirrups that fit him extremely well, a fact that soon found Napoleon sitting amongst several secretaries all watching his partner with admiration and more than a little lust.
How do they find out?, he thought amusedly while Illya executed a perfect dismount, landing lightly on his feet beside the beam. He walked over to the rings and began to dry off his hands with a towel. "Excuse me, Ladies, I believe that's my cue," he said before leaping down from the bleachers to stand behind his partner. At Illya's nod, he placed his hands on his waist and lifted him until he grasped the rings.
The blond pulled himself up until his body was being held by the strength of his straightened arms. He lifted his legs until they were parallel to the floor, feet arched in a straight continuation of his legs. He held that position for a few seconds before lowering himself down into a cross. Finally, he swung his legs up until he was in a handstand before swinging himself into two revolutions prior to releasing the rings, somersaulting in the air and landing solidly on the mat. A spontaneous round of applause from the women caused him to look at the bleachers. Blushing furiously, he grabbed his towel and made swiftly for the men's locker room.
"Well, ah, I do believe the show is over," Napoleon announced. "I think it's time for all of us to return to work." He grinned as the women moaned "Aww!" and left the area. Fifteen minutes later, Illya re – emerged from the locker room freshly showered and wearing his suit. Joining him on the floor Napoleon said as they exited, "If you're going to keep this up as your new exercise routine, I'm going to start selling tickets to your workouts."
The Russian rolled his eyes and kept on walking. "Blockhead," he muttered under his breath.