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section7mfuBirth Day
Kuryakin reached into the cradle and lifted his newborn son into his arms. The crying infant instantly quieted and met his father’s blue-eyed gaze with a blue-eyed gaze of his own.
“What shall you be when you are grown, little one? Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy? You can become anyone you wish.” He kissed the baby’s cheek and placed him in his wife’s arms.
“Don’t ask him to grow up too fast. May we name him first?” the mother pleaded.
“In this harsh world, we must teach him all we know and more,” Kuryakin answered.
“Illya Nickovetch,” they both agreed.
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Kuryakin reached into the cradle and lifted his newborn son into his arms. The crying infant instantly quieted and met his father’s blue-eyed gaze with a blue-eyed gaze of his own.
“What shall you be when you are grown, little one? Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy? You can become anyone you wish.” He kissed the baby’s cheek and placed him in his wife’s arms.
“Don’t ask him to grow up too fast. May we name him first?” the mother pleaded.
“In this harsh world, we must teach him all we know and more,” Kuryakin answered.
“Illya Nickovetch,” they both agreed.
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