“I really do not like it, Napoleon,” said Illya Kuryakin, after giving his partner’s suggestion a great deal of critical thought. “It will not be able to pull it off, and could lead to too much attention.”
“It isn’t exactly a high risk,” Solo responded, with an irritatingly encouraging grin. “I honestly believe you will be able to make it work. Trust me.”
Illya removed the brown hounds-tooth jacket and handed it back to Napoleon.
“I will stick with muted, non-patterned suits.” Illya told him.
Napoleon sniffed, dismissively. His partner was a lost cause when it came to sartorial elegance.
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“It isn’t exactly a high risk,” Solo responded, with an irritatingly encouraging grin. “I honestly believe you will be able to make it work. Trust me.”
Illya removed the brown hounds-tooth jacket and handed it back to Napoleon.
“I will stick with muted, non-patterned suits.” Illya told him.
Napoleon sniffed, dismissively. His partner was a lost cause when it came to sartorial elegance.
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