Impatient

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“Are we almost there?”

The streets were so crowded with cars that Napoleon didn’t have any real confidence of getting anywhere, let alone the destination his partner referred to.

“Look Illya, I’m stuck here.  Traffic isn’t moving and...”

As he spoke, Napoleon turned his head to look at his partner, sort of make his point.  He needn’t have bothered.  The Russian opened his door, got out of the car and started walking.

“Hey!  Hey, where are you going?  Illya!”

The Russian just kept on walking, intent on the mission that had brought him out in this mess to begin with.