The two men were relaxing in their hotel room before their flight to New York. The Russian looked up from his book. “What are you reading, Napoleon?”
“Louis L’Amour’s Hondo. You?”
“Edward West’s Biophysical Chemistry.”
“Good grief, Illya, don’t you ever turn off?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you ever read something just for pleasure?”
“This is pleasurable.”
“My dear deluded friend, here; this is pleasurable.”
“Silver Canyon? How many L’Amour novels do you own?”
“All of them. If you like that one, I’ll let you borrow them. They’ll teach you about the Old West.”
“So, they are educational?”
“Okay.”
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Date: 2013-02-20 09:48 pm (UTC)