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As Napoleon helped his partner to the car, after being released from medical, he commented that the Russian had survived once again. Unbidden, Illya’s mind flew back twenty-five years, to a day which was etched into his soul.
Hidden in a tree with his friend Kolya, he’d witnessed the brutal murder of his family, and other villagers. In utter shock, Kolya had asked what they should do. Despite his own feelings of fear and despair, Illya had responded with a single word, which belied his tender age.
Survive.
“Of course I did,” Illya replied to Napoleon’s comment. “I always do.”

Hidden in a tree with his friend Kolya, he’d witnessed the brutal murder of his family, and other villagers. In utter shock, Kolya had asked what they should do. Despite his own feelings of fear and despair, Illya had responded with a single word, which belied his tender age.
Survive.
“Of course I did,” Illya replied to Napoleon’s comment. “I always do.”
