Illya was not only ready at five, he was standing outside his building with his suitcase. They were indeed able to hitch a ride to Denver on the UNCLE jet which only stayed on the ground long enough for them to disembark. The forty – minute flight on a twenty-seater afterward was quick and uneventful.

When they touched down at Montrose Regional Airport Illya said, "Wolf should be here. I called him from Denver and told him what time we were due to arrive. Ouray is less than an hour away." They claimed their bags and stepped outside. The airport was small enough that they saw the former THRUSH Central Committee member as soon as they did. They walked over and he pulled Illya into a hug.

They kissed cheeks European style and then, Wolf let go and hugged Napoleon before leaning back and shaking his hand. "Welcome, welcome!" he said. "It's so good to see you! Come this way!" He led them to the parking lot and approached a camper. "This is my little home away from home." He unlocked the door and gestured that they should go ahead of him.

Napoleon slowly spun in a circle checking out the interior. The kitchen dining area contained a full-sized oven, fridge and sink, the dining area had a double bed above it and there was a single sized bunk above the driver. "This is great! These Winnebagos really do have all the modern conveniences! No wonder you don't mind taking road trips!"

"Thanks," Wolf replied. "There's beer, scotch, vodka, orange juice and champagne in the fridge. I know it's early, but nothing says vacation like a drink in the morning."

"I agree," Illya said as he helped himself to two fingers of vodka and settled into the seat next to Wolf, who had guided the Winnebago out of the airport and was just now turning from Chipeta Road onto 550 South. He turned his seat so that he was not only facing Wolf as he drove, he could also see Napoleon who was sitting in the small "living room" section of the RV. "I remember you saying that you and Eunice had moved out of town last year."

"We did. We were both tired of the stares we would get when we walked around. I bought a wood cabin that sits on ten acres of lakeside land. I hope you two like it. I know you will appreciate the solitude and the view."

Twenty – five minutes later, Wolf made a right turn onto an asphalt paved road marked by a black mailbox on a pole with the name Schmidt painted in white. The forest was thick and came right up to the road. The road curved around to the right and suddenly they were in a large clearing and ahead of them, on the top of a small rise, stood a structure made out of white pine.

"Cabin?!" the agents exclaimed simultaneously.

"That's a mansion!" Napoleon declared.

"Could you please stop here so I can take it all in?" Illya asked.

"Of course." Wolf stopped and Illya climbed out.

The structure was technically a wood cabin, but that was where any comparison to a regular cabin ended. It was made of white pine and had three levels. The first level contained the garage and what looked like a storage unit and a workspace. There was a staircase outside the garage that led to the second level where the main entrance to the house was located.

"It is a beautiful home, Wolf," Illya said, "How large is it?"

"Five thousand, six hundred square feet." Napoleon whistled in awe. "Come on, let's go. I'll give you a tour."

The garage was large enough to fit the Winnebago plus a Mustang two – seater,

They grabbed their bags and followed Wolf up the stairs to the front door which opened into the living room. The double doors were on the right side and made of glass. They were one – sixth of the glass wall; two panes of glass almost the same dimensions as the doors except they were two feet shorter with interior window seats in front of them. Above them were three large panes of wood – framed glass shaped like an isosceles triangle with the highest point thirty feet from the floor. The wall on the right was made of stone and contained a fireplace big enough for a twelve-year-old to stand upright. The left wall was white pine and a large stereo system and television were there. The furniture was plush, earth – tones and masculine.

"What a dump!" Napoleon joked. "We have to stay here?"

Wolf laughed and clapped him on the back. "Come on, let's get those bags to your rooms!"

Opposite the front door glass wall combination, was a spiral staircase that ended in a loft that overlooked the living room. Wolf led the way. "Illya, this is your room. I hope you like it."

"What is not to like? My entire family in Kiev didn't live is this much space," Illya said as he placed his suitcase on a chair next to the king – size bed. In one corner, the windows met in the corner and there was a little sitting area complete with a coffee table. He had his own bathroom with a claw – footed bathtub.

"Good! Napoleon, here's your room."

Napoleon glanced around and smiled. He also had a king – size bed, his own bathroom and sitting area. The biggest difference was that his bedroom was not a corner, so his seating area was in front of one large window in the center of the wall. "Yes, I definitely think I can live here for a little while."

"Glad to hear," Wolf said. "I'll show you my room now." His room was the last one and whereas Illya's and Napoleon's bedrooms' doors were on the right side of the hallway, Wolf's bedroom door was at the end of the hall facing them. When he opened his door, he stood aside and let them check it out for themselves. His bed was larger than king – sized, obviously a custom build. The room was the entire width of the house and there was a terrace the width of the bedroom. His master bath held a tub that easily fit two people plus a walk-in shower and full-length mirror. He had a gigantic walk – in closet that was more than half – empty. "Eunice's clothing took up most of the space," he said sadly.

"Let us head downstairs, Wolf," Illya said. "It is past lunchtime and I am starting to feel hungry."

Wolf looked at his watch. "What are you talking about, Brother? It's only 11:30!"

"Yes, in Colorado, but in New York, it is 1:30 and my stomach has not adjusted to Mountain Time."

"Why am I not surprised?"