The Randomness of Life Chapter 72 for a "Little Drabble Do Ya" Section VII challenge

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Prompted by: The Thin People~Sylvia Plath

They are always with us, the thin people.Meager of dimension as the gray people.

Were small that they famished and Grew so lean and would not round

Illya watched as the crowds in Red Square shuffled by, moving with little purpose, as if    they walked just for the sake of it, with no destination. Thin people with thin lives, life a daily drudge without hope.  Yet he was not one of them.

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The Gift Giver - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Napoleon loved Christmas, while Illya observed the season with a reserve characteristic of the sometimes somber Russian.  People didn’t expect Kuryakin to join in on Christmas, but that is what he did.

Illya hummed Christmas carols, handed out cards and even bought a few gifts for those few who had befriended the young Soviet agent.  It turned out he had excellent taste, perhaps from his time in Paris.

Napoleon found it slightly unsettling, especially when Illya started going out on dates with the appreciative young ladies.

“Buying your dates, tovarisch?”
“I embody my gifts, naturally.”
“Really…?”
“Of course.”
“Clever Russian.”