Russian Blue

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“Why so blue, Tovarisch?  It’s a new year,” Napoleon said as he entered their office to see Illya sitting at his desk, head in hand, seemingly lost in thought.

“The old year is gone along with all my hopes and dreams.  Year endings always sadden me, Napoleon.  They remind me there are things I can never get back.  It is the Russian in me.”

Concerned, Napoleon asked, “What can I do for you?”

“Nothing.  The New Year reminds me that there are new dreams and hopes for which to strive.  I will survive; it is the Russian in me.”

“Indeed.”