Illya sighed.

"I do not usually speak of the matter, but it is only fair since I was the one to mention it first."

Illya moved over to his desk and sat down before continuing.

"It all began -"

The phone on Napoleon's desk rang. After a brief conversation, he rose from his chair.

"Sorry, kids - story time's over. Illya and I have to report to Mister Waverly immediately."

"My apologies, April. Perhaps another time?"

"I'll hold you to that, Illya. Good luck."

"Spacibo."

"Pazhalusta."

Napoleon found himself staring again, but Illya steered him out of the office.