It means a lot to me.
Hope your day is a warm and fuzzy one
full of prosperity, family and comradeshiip.



It had been months since Illya last visited the Bowery Mission and his friend Claire Shaw.
Assignments had been coming in rapid succession, some lasting weeks at a time. It seemed as though he barely had time to finish his written reports when he and Napoleon were whisked off yet again to some other part of the world.
Thanksgiving was fast approaching, which was an anniversary of sorts for the Russian. That was the first time he’d gone to the Bowery Mission to roll up his sleeves and help feed the less fortunate.
It was there he met Claire. She was an older woman, still handsome in her own right and not afraid of getting her hands dirty while knuckling down to handle whatever job that needed tackling. It was she who ran the place.
They became fast friends over the years, and though the Mission was also geared towards preaching the Christian word; Claire never tried to force it upon her Soviet friend.