
Illya had been with U.N.C.L.E. for five years, but he’d never joined in with the commissary Christmas tree decorating. A bare tree was put up on the first of December and was gradually filled as everyone placed something onto it. It wasn’t that the Russian hadn’t wanted to take part, he’d just never had anything suitable.
This year, Illya had the perfect thing. On a trip to Europe, he’d found a Matryoshka tree ornament. With her blue eyes and blonde hair, she reminded him of his mother. When the commissary was empty, he carefully placed his ornament on the tree.
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Date: 2015-12-02 10:08 pm (UTC)Those who know what a Matryoshka is will guess it's him.
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