Illya's face turned pale as he looked at his partner who was trying to swallow the laughter he could feel threatening to erupt.
"Is there a problem with the request Mr. Kuryakin? I mean you fight Thrush agents daily and don't seem to be as frightened as this?" Mr. Waverly said.
"Illya, Mr. Waverly only wants you to talk about your country." Napoleon smiled but turned serious as Illya glared at him.
"You can always decline as it's a personal favor, but it would disappoint the audience. They would love to hear about Ukraine."
"But sir, they're five-year-olds," Illya moaned.