Illya's assignment took him to a Latin American country, where he and Napoleon were able to thwart a revolution and thus save the lives of the ruling family. The assignment reminded him of Alexandra and her family's situation very much, and he found himself eager to see her again. As soon as he returned to New York City, he paid her a visit.
"Illya!" she exclaimed happily when she saw him. "It's so lovely to see you again! Did you take a lot of lovely photos, then?"
Illya hadn't taken a single photograph, of course. Looking into Alexandra's blue-grey eyes, he suddenly couldn't be anything less than fully honest with her anymore.
"There is something you must know," he told her. "I am not really a photographer. I work for an international crime-fighting agency, and I have just returned from a mission in which I helped prevent the overthrow of a government."
"Oh, how I wish you could have saved our own kingdom!" Alexandra exclaimed.
"We do what we can, but we are only human," Illya replied. "So did you all have a nice time sight-seeing in New York while I was gone?"
"Oh, yes!" Alexandra smiled. "We all enjoy riding on the subway very much. It is such a smooth ride that it is quite like flying, and it takes you where you need to go ever so quickly. And the clothing stores! We have never seen such wonders!"
"The younger ones are especially fascinated with the object you call a television set. It is just like a little movie inside a box, and you only need change the channel to watch a completely different one."
"How has Alexei been?" asked Illya.
"Fortunately, he has had no bleeding episodes since our arrival."
"I am glad."
"I have also been thinking of what we are all to do with ourselves, since our situation has changed so drastically," Alexandra continued. "And I have decided that Dr. Botkin, myself, and my older daughters shall return to the medical field, Anastasia and Alexei shall be enrolled in the appropriate grades in school, and appropriate positions shall be found for Anna, Mr. Trupp, and Mr. Kharitonov."
Suddenly Illya had an idea. "I have the perfect solution," he told Alexandra.
After a lengthy discussion, Illya finally persuaded Mr. Waverly that it would not be a security risk for Alexandra and her daughters to work in Medical. After all, they knew nothing about the UNCLE organization and would not be privy to any top-level secrets while treating routine illnesses and injuries of the employees.
"This is Medical." Illya enjoyed watching the astonished faces of Alexandra and her daughters Olga and Tatiana as they gazed in wonder at all the gleaming modern equipment.
"Medicine has certainly changed in the past fifty years," Alexandra commented.
"Indeed it has," Illya agreed.
"I feel a bit intimidated," said Olga.
"There is no need for you too." Illya gave her a reassuring smile. "You shall all receive thorough training in everything you need to know."
Illya had told no one of Alexandra and her family's true origins and how he'd found them, as he wanted to protect them from being viewed as freaks. To his co-workers he passed them off as long-lost distant relatives for whom he felt responsible, and so far no one had questioned his story.
"So how are the new nurses in Medical working out?" Napoleon asked him.
"Everything seems fine so far."
"All three of them are beautiful, and single, you say."
"They are not your type, my friend." Illya felt a sudden urge to protect Alexandra and her daughters from Napoleon's advances. Although Napoleon was his best friend, Illya didn't want to see the three women become merely sexual conquests.
"Are they your type, then?" Napoleon teased.
Illya just scowled.
