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As Napoleon sifted through the pile of mail that had been left on his desk, one envelope in particular stood out. It was bright red and the contents felt stiff, indicating a Christmas card. The scent of an unmistakable perfume prompted some very erotic memories and he smiled. Napoleon knew who the card was from and this caused him to hesitate. Anything could have been placed in the envelope. The card would have passed through every security check, but it still paid to be cautious. Very carefully he opened the envelope and pulled out the card.
That’s all it was, just a card. There were no poisonous spiders, or hidden explosives. It was just a simple Christmas greeting from his favourite enemy.
Napoleon stood the card on his desk just as Illya entered. The Russian looked at it, and rolled his eyes; but said nothing. That was a losing battle.

That’s all it was, just a card. There were no poisonous spiders, or hidden explosives. It was just a simple Christmas greeting from his favourite enemy.
Napoleon stood the card on his desk just as Illya entered. The Russian looked at it, and rolled his eyes; but said nothing. That was a losing battle.

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Date: 2015-12-05 04:27 pm (UTC)A very good card; and good Illya-ing, too.
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Date: 2015-12-05 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-05 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-06 08:37 am (UTC)