The prompt:
Illya was sitting in his seat on the private UNCLE Learjet; arms crossed in front of himself, he was trying to sleep but that just wasn’t going to happen.
Giggling and squealing children running around inside the cabin were usually not a source of annoyance to him but at the moment they were, as he was extremely tired.
A transatlantic flight with Mrs.Waverly and her two grandchildren from New York to Scotland and now from Scotland to Rovaniemi, the administrative capital of Finland's northernmost province, Lapland; it was wearing thin on the Soviet agent. This was his second flight across the pond this week and the jet lag was catching up to on him.
Still when Alexander Waverly asked one to escort his wife and children to him in Finland, one did not refuse.