May the Force be with you... A little drable do ya...

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This takes place in 1980...

A broad smile split Napoleon's face, turning into a devilish grin. Illya would so appreciate that.

He folded up the newspaper and pressed a button.

“Mandy, please, call Mr. Kuryakin...”

She smiled at the handset... such a gorgeous man... “Immediately, sir!” Mr. Kuryakin... The blond Mr. Kuryakin... She sighed with delight.

***

The Russian scowled at his friend. “Ordinary people happen to work sometimes, Napoleon! I've things...”

“You liked Star Wars... Come on...”

***

Not bad, Illya thought. Especially Yoda... He was quite...

“Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size do you?”

Someone chuckled mischievously next to him.