Dec. 5th, 2020
This story is from 2012, the first year of Section VII here on LJ. The first 100 words are a Drabble upon which the story is based. You can read it here or on ff.net

"So, Napoleon, who is the lucky woman with whom you will share your evening?"
"Oh, I think it's going to stay just between the two of us. For some reason I feel reluctant to let it get around headquarters."
That caused the Russian to frown; the insinuation that he would gossip seemed uncalled for.
"I assure you, my friend, her name would not escape my lips."
"Mmmm… If it's all the same to you, Illya, I'd rather not say."
"Very well, keep your secrets and I shall have mine."
At that the brunet smiled knowingly.
"Afraid it's too late, tovarisch."
~~~~~:
In spite of Napoleon's remarks, Illya was pleased with his plans for New Year's Eve. Ginny was a delightful girl, pleasantly conversant and surprisingly knowledgeable about a number of subjects. Her educational background, of which the Russian approved, had been augmented by some very practical experience working for Section II agents as a type of administrative aid. Ginny had aspirations of attending Survival School next year, something that was both attractive and worrisome to this region's number two agent.
Illya spent no more of his time wondering about Napoleon's date, who she was or why the American had chosen to not reveal her name. Ginny had hinted at something special for the evening; Illya hoped it was as enjoyable a prospect as Thanksgiving had been.
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Writer's choice: Bad habits
Dec. 5th, 2020 04:33 pmIllya's bark is worse than his bite (and his glare is something else), but there are two things he really hates...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12775731

