He was abruptly reminded when said rather large Russian growled.
Bobby's face turned white realizing his stupid mistake.>>

This was the precise moment Illya had been waiting for. Not taking his
eyes off Igor and Bobby, he titled his head, ever so slightly, towards
Napoleon. //Well done, Napasha!// he silently praised. //Now, let me
join the fun!//

Napoleon saw the gesture out of the corner of his eye and responded in
kind. //Go for it!//

Illya moved then, circling the two villains as if he were taking a
Sunday stroll. Finally he stopped; his new position put Bobby between
himself and Igor. "So!", he finally spoke, addressing the Russian in
their native tongue, contempt in every syllable. "You call the kettle
black, Comrade!?", he challenged.

"Explain!", Igor demanded, in English.

Illya nodded to Bobby. "You let his like insult our people! I find this
unacceptable."

Igor bristled. "I did not hear you defend 'our people' against Solo's
insults!", he countered.

Illya shrugged. "True. I, however, used my skills - the ones for which
the KGB trained us both. I am certain Bobby can give thorough testimony
to this. Yes?"

Bobby, who until now had concentrated all his attention on the barrel of
the gun poking into his ribs, was drawn back to the matter at hand with
that last statement. "I did my job, Kuryakin!", he snarled, noticing the
nearness of the UNCLE agent for the first time. "I followed orders. I
kept myself detached from personal involvement. You and Igor", he
continued, his voice rising to an hysterical level with word, "proved my
point, didn't you! Got personally involved. Waverly'll have your guts
for that alone. Solo and I will be hailed as heroes!!"

Once again Igor growled a warning to Bobby, but this time, the agent did
not back down.
He looked from one to the other, suddenly aware of his 'position', his
eyes cold. "Ah! So that's your game. Try it and Solo'll kill you!"

Illya pretended to consider this, all the while noticing that the
afore-mentioned Solo, having been visually ignored for some time by all
but himself,. had maneuvered himself so that he now flanked Igor. The
American patted his breast pocket and Illya understood the signal -
UNCLE headquarters had been contacted and help was on the way. The
expression - "The way to a man's heart..." - suddenly popped into his
head. His was food; Igor's... "I, for one, shall demonstrate the skills
that made me feared among KGB?", he boasted. "I could use some help", he
added
.
Igor's features set in a mask, yet his eyes glowed with a malevolent
fire. "You would do this to lover?"

The strong hint of doubt was not lost on Illya. He smiled at the two men
- a smile that held no warmth. It was now oor never. "No. I will not do
that to lover; however, we will show you what we do to traitors."

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