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The lady looked at them with a nod of approval.
"Hope you don't mind... Here's the bar. Our regulars usually have dinner here. We've..." She rolled her eye, "... a "seminar" in the restaurant..." She pursed her lips in scorn. "No fish soup for those..."
It was a strange feeling, Illya thought. They were living the ordinary life of ordinary people... He was savoring both the delicious soup and a very rare sight: his friend in worn jeans and sweater, his hair unusually free from Brylcreem...
Napoleon Solo chuckled, "A penny for your thoughts?"
The Russian's slightly amused face suddenly froze.
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"What..."
Illya vanished under the table as if he were looking for something.
There was a loud hubbub. The seminar, probably.
People around them were peeping at those vocal visitors. Napoleon thought better of it.
Alexander Waverly believed in partnership.
You worked with another agent on a regular basis. You were a good match. You completed each other. Matter of trust.
Exceptionally matter of empathy.
The hubbub turned into a distant murmur
People around them picked back the thread of their conversations.
Illya got up and sat down in the same move.
"This seminar is..."Blue eyes flashed, " ...really... angelic."