"Are you going to vote in the next election Illya?" The dewey eyed blonde was hopeful of impressing the Russian agent by opening up a conversation that sounded … smart.
Illya smiled, unwilling to embarrass the girl but equally unwilling to allow her to continue without correction.
"I cannot vote here because I am not a citizen of the United States."
"Oh." It was empty, as was her expression.
"One must be a citizen in order to vote in an election. You are a citizen, you can vote." He was trying to be kind.
"Right…"
He smiled again.
"Think it over."