Jan. 4th, 2017
“That’s one,”Solo called out.
“Two. Better not go to three or you’ll really make him angry.”
“What you going to do little Russkie? I’ve a good foot on you.”
Kuryakin lashed out, grabbing his opponent’s judogi and easily flipped him to the workout mat.
“That was three. I was willing to overlook the slaps to my face as they were merely taunts, but you overstepped your bounds when you called me little.”
Illya pressed his foot against the agent's throat, twisting his arm to an awkward position.”
“It is I who have the foot on you,” Kuryakin snickered.
“Is what true?” Solo asked the two women who had simultaneously asked the question.
“Has Illya broken his nose?”
“Yes,” he affirmed “He zigged when he should have zagged, resulting in his nose being flattened across his face.”
“Oh no,” cried Debbie. “I hope the doctors can put it right. He has such a perfect nose. “Come on, Sue, let’s go and see if there’s anything we can do for him.”
As they dashed off, Napoleon tried to look at his own nose, making himself cross-eyed.
“What’s his got that mine hasn’t?” he called out, bitterly.