Illya Kuryakin stood, with his arms folded, glaring icily at the man in the chair. After several minutes, the Russian spoke.
“I will discover the truth eventually,” he said, with a hard edge to his voice. “You will suffer far less in the long run if you simply tell me what I want to know now.”
He was met with defiant silence.
“So be it. You can’t say you were not warned,” Illya stated, as he picked up a pair of scissors and a hand-finished Italian jacket.
“Okay, okay!” Napoleon hastily yelled, grabbing for his jacket. “I did eat your danish.”
“I will discover the truth eventually,” he said, with a hard edge to his voice. “You will suffer far less in the long run if you simply tell me what I want to know now.”
He was met with defiant silence.
“So be it. You can’t say you were not warned,” Illya stated, as he picked up a pair of scissors and a hand-finished Italian jacket.
“Okay, okay!” Napoleon hastily yelled, grabbing for his jacket. “I did eat your danish.”
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