Mrs. Peel woke up. She found herself tied up and on a couch. The room she was in was very elegantly decorated with mostly antique furniture. She tried to undo the rope but didn't have much luck.

"I trust you aren't TOO uncomfortable," a voice said. It was a man's and had a Russian accent.

She looked to her right; a man was there. He was balding.

"I could be better," she responded.

He smiled. "My name is Demetri Bogerov. And you must be the great Mrs. Emma Peel."

"In the flesh."

"It is an honor to meet you, Mrs. Peel!"

"I might say, 'My pleasure'—but that would be a lie! This is the Russian Embassy, is it not?"

"Yes. You've been here before, haven't you?"

"This very room, in fact. Why am I here?"

"You've been kidnapped. In exchange for one of your spies."

"Who?"

"I don't know. I'm not involved in this caper, you see."

"Oh."

"I heard that they got you, so I wanted to meet you. I'm a fan of yours, you see!"

"You are?"

"Oh, yes! I've heard so much about your exploits with your partner John Steed. I wish that the two of you were working for us!"

"Well, I'm sorry we're not!"

"Please, could you do something for me?"

"It depends."

"Could you show me one of your many special talents? I might be able to help you—if you do this little favor for me."

"This isn't a trick, is it?"

"No, it isn't—I swear to…"

"God?"

"No, I can't say that!"

"How about Karl Marx?"

"Yes! I swear to Karl Marx!"

"All right. How about a karate match?"

"Oh, no, I know you would easily beat me!"

"Well…I can open a combination safe."

"That's ordinary!"

"With my toes!"

This interested him. "That's not so ordinary! Yes, I think I would like to see that! I'll be right back!"

"Wait a moment, Demetri. Will anyone else come here?"

"No. They are due to come in at 3:00pm. It is now…" He looked at his watch. "2:44."

"Ok."

He left the room.

A few minutes later he returned with a small combination safe. He put it down in front of the couch she was on.

"I'll need the rope off of my legs."

"Can I trust you not to try and escape?"

"I swear to…Karl Marx."

"That's good enough with me!"

He knelt beside her and began removing the rope from her legs, making sure it remained on her arms.

"I'll need my boots off."

"Of course."

He took her boots and socks off. She sat straight up. He placed the safe closer to her. She placed her right foot on the dial.

"I haven't done this in a while, so I may be a little bit rusty."

"That's all right. Oh, I'd better warn you: This safe might explode, if the wrong combination is put in. Some of them tend to do that, here. I wouldn't want your pretty feet to be marred!"

"Thanks for the warning!"

She began. She worked slowly, listening and feeling for the clicks.

Five minutes later, she had the door open.

"Magnificent!" said Demetri, and he clapped his hands.

"You said you would help me?"

"Oh, yes!"

He walked over to her and loosened the rope on her hands.

Unfortunately, two men came into the room at the same moment!

They spoke in Russian; however, one of Mrs. Peel's other talents was understanding that language.

"What is going on here!" said one of them.

"I was just…loosening her ropes for a bit," said Demetri.

However, the second man sized up the situation better: "She was helping you to open that safe!"

"Oh, no! I simply wanted a little demonstration of her talents!"

"That's true," said Emma-in Russian. "He wanted to watch me open a safe with my feet, that's all."

But they weren't impressed. The first man pulled out a gun.

"I convict you of high treason!" he said. Then he shot at Demetri!

This incensed Emma. She leaped at the man, knocking his gun away. The three of them began fighting. Emma was able to knock out the first man, but the second was able to overpower her.

However, Demetri crawled over and picked up the gun. He shot at the man, killing him!

She made sure that he was dead. Then she went over to her savior.

"I'm sorry, Demetri."

"It's ok, Mrs. Peel. Thank you for…showing me…one of…your…talents!"

And then he died!

She shed a quiet tear. Then she got up and looked around the room. The front door was still open. She picked up the discarded gun. Then she crept out and looked around. Fortunately, she was near the main exit. She walked over to the receptionist, gun in hand.

"I want to leave," she said.

The girl nodded and opened the front door. Emma quickly ran out.

Someone was waiting outside.

"Mrs. Peel, glad to see you again!"

"Likewise, Steed!"

He had a good look at her. "Where are your shoes?"

"I left them inside. And I'd rather not go back for them!"

"I quite agree!"