The next morning, Illya and Napoleon woke up to the smell of bourbon and pancakes. The two just assumed it was room service until they realized they don't serve bourbon with the breakfast and that neither of them eats breakfast.

Illya shot out of the bed the same time as Napoleon and they both sprinted to the living room that was turned upside down and in the middle of all the wreckage sat Nallya and Waverly; eating pancakes and drinking a bottle of bourbon fresh off of Napoleon's stash. The two stopped talking and took in the naked agents before them. Waverly looked back and forths then spoke.

"Good to know that my two best agents are still alive. While you two were asleep, your little friend here was entertaining me. She's quite impressive with her hands." Illya was the first to realize he was flashing the whole room and grabbed the first thing he can. Which was a flower vase that barely covered his junk. On the other hand, Napoleon seemed unfazed being nude infront of other people.

"Goodmorning to you too, Waverly... Nallya." Napoleon greets sarcastically and smiles.

"Hey, American." Napoleon tilted his head and Nallya tossed him small,black microphones one by one.

"Those are American made. I know because they are very low-tech. Learn to hide them better." Waverly just stared at this exchange.

"That is what I told him." Illya added, throwing Napoleon an 'I-told-you-so' side glance.

"Then you should have also known better that he'd bug your room." She sasses and Napoleon tried to hide a prideful grin.

"Alright.. as I was saying, The agency picked up her presence in your suite, so I had to check if you two were alive after she tackled Solo to the floor. Turns out you are, so carry on." Waverly stands up and dusts himself off.

"It was a pleasure sparring with you, but I have matters to attend to. Boys, please put on some trousers, there's a lady in the room." Waverly buttons his suit and shakes Nallya's hand.

"Do think of the recruitment, we do need someone like you." He whispers and leaves.

All three waited for Waverly to get out before doing anything else. As soon as the door shuts, Illya's eyebrows were pulled together and directed his gaze to the now defensive Nallya.

"Hey, I didn't know who he was..." she replied in an attempt of vindication, but she recieved an unamused glower.

" I'll clean it up. You two go get dressed and eat; I made pancakes." Nallya stood up from the couch and began picking up broken pieces of furniture and grouping them in one corner of the room.

"Good. I will get dressed and we'll take a walk." Illya goes back to his room and Napoleon was leaning on the frame of the arch way door.

"I assume you'll be getting dressed eventually, but you look quite..." Nallya pauses and eyes the naked man who had his arms crossed over his chest.

"Delicious? Breathtaking?" Napoleon interrupted.

"..comfortable.. But small could do too." She smirks and gets back to what she was doing.

"Ouch. You know how to hurt a man's ego."He chuckles.

"-You know, I'm going to need my bottle back. That was my backup." Nallya tosses the bottle at him without looking back and he caught it easily and went back to his room.

While waiting for the men to do whatever they need to do, Nallya decided it would be a good time to leave. She went to the slightly agape window to get her bag when nothing dropped from where she put it when she'd intended it to fall when she opens the widow wider. She heard a cough behind her and she slowly turned around.

"Looking for this?" Napoleon held the leather bag infront of him and gently set it on the coffee table. Nallya took some hesitant steps but got to it either way.

"Sheriff, I wouldn't happen to find a tracker in here, would I?" She asked suspiciously and searched it carefully and she knew there was one thing missing.

"Drastic change from Cowboy, but a bit better." He walked to the arm of the couch and leans back on it.

"Would you mind giving it back?"

"I don't know. Why would you want to own such an ugly thing.." His voice was the same smooth monotone, but Nallya could tell it was pure mockery.

"The same reason why I'm talking to you. So, please. Give it back." She extends her hand and doesn't look at Napoleon, who just sat there and found the whole thing entertaining.

"No. Well, not until you tell me why you're here."

"It's none of your concern, Solo. Hand it over." Trying to maintain a calm composure was a little bit harder than what she thought.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, sweetheart." Solo stood up from where he was sitting and started walking towards the archway to the rooms.

"See, I'm just wondering, why would another KGB agent who's two letters off close to Illya's name show up and say they just wanted to find him because they were told that he's dead. It also doesn't answer how you knew he was going to be here, in this room, at that moment. Was it a bug? Or did you tail us? Or... did somebody debrief you all about  this because you, were sent to kill either one of us. But that wouldn't make sense because they sent you right in the middle of a cockpit." Napoleon flinched unnoticeable at his own use of words.

"Napoleon..." She was running impatient, and Solo was not helping her situation.

"Give me the fucking hat." Solo stopped on his tracks and looked back at her offended.

"That language is very unladylike."Napoleon pointed out, but Nallya was not having it.

"If I wanted to speak like a lady, I would talk like you." She breathes out. The comeback was unnecessary but it came out naturally. So she tried again.

"-Look, cowboy... I'm beginning to realize why Illya uses that name but besides the point. Irrelevant. I'm not here in a mission to kill one or both of you. I just happened to bump into you guys the other morning and it's very hard to ignore your six foot five russian partner that's in the other room. That was the cosmos giving me a chance."Napoleon listened.. or heard what she babbled on about. She wasn't too sure if he was genuinely fond of the ongoing conversation.

"I believe you." And that's it. That's all he responds with. It made Nallya suspicious until he tossed the Ushanka with the soviet pin on the front flap.

The hat was Illya's when they were still in the headquarters. He gave it to her because he used to leave for weeks at a time for missions and she'd think he was never coming back. He found out about this when he came back from Poland and she drew a tombstone on the stone wall of his room  that said "R.I.P. Illya 'Brick Wall' Kuryakin. There's no difference when you're dead because you're still quiet.". He decided to give her the hat and it became her version of Illya's Father's watch.

She was so relieved when she got the hat back that she'd assumed Napoleon carried on and went back to his room. But he didn't. She looked back up from the hat and was face to face with Napoleon's tie. She takes a step back and he smirks.

"I forgot to tell you that you look great in black hair. It makes the color of your eyes pop."

Illya walked out of his room and the two turn to him.

"About time, Peril."Napoleon shoved his hands in his pocket and stepped aside.

"I don't like leaving tracks, Cowboy."

"And you, we are taking you with us. If you were unsafe before, you're more unsafe now. So we're here for you. Also you need new clothes. You dress too... Us." He motioned to her outfit with squinted eyes lightly. She guessed it was a dubious expression,but who knew. It's was Illya.

"What's wrong with my clothes?"

"It's not very English. What it is, is very suspicious."

"I'm not wearing a dress."

"You don't have a choice."

"Yes I do."

"You have to change your clothes so that no one will recognize you."

While they were having a mini argument, Napoleon studied the girl up and down.

Her face could pass as both masculine and feminine. Without hair framing her face to cover her cheeks, her facial structures could easily be identified or mistaken for being a male because of the sharp cheekbones and jawline rather than the rounded ones. Her eyebrows aren't thin...She's also built quite well. Not too slim not too curvy.

Napoleon's thought process was interrupted by Nallya tugging on his sleeve.

"Please tell him that I will not wear a dress." She crosses her arms over her chest in a stubborn manner and stared Illya down.

"Well, Peril, she doesn't have to. I know an exceptional tailor in Verona. Where Nallya would become Nathaniel, our younger brother."

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"How long does this take." Napoleon and Illya were sitting on a table, drinking coffee across the tailor's shop as they wait for Nallya to get out.

"Patience, not that long..."

Solo noticed that Illya finished his pastries and smiled to himself. He pushed his remaining ones to Illya's side of the table and the bemused face he got in return made him simper.

"Tell me, Was it worth it getting Bocconottos from Venice?"

"It's good, like you said. Do you not want them?" Illya motioned at the tiny pastry box tha was placed infront of him.

"I do. I just figured you were enjoying eating them and seemed like you would gladly have more, so I gave you mine."

"Are you calling me fat, Cowboy?" Illya teased.

"Now why would I tell you that." Napoleon played along, taking a sip of his coffee.

"You have a tendency to subtly insult people in their faces while talking to them"

"Touché. Pass me one."

In the middle of taking a bite, a nearby conversation made the two pause because of the voice of the responder.

"Mi scusi, Signore. Dov'è la Basilica di San Zeno Maggiore?"

"Mi dispiace. Sto solo in tour con qualcuno. Non so il mio modo per aggirare."
They turn around and they saw a sheepish Nallya with a handful of zippered garment bags and in her new suit.

She searched the crowd and spotted the men sitting across from each other on a patio table under an umbrella. They saw her, in fact they were staring at her in the middle of eating. So she waved and made her way to them.

Napoleon put the pastry down and wiped the crumbs away from the corners of his mouth. Illya was still watching her walk and wait for people to pass every second when he made a proposition.

"She is going to trip." He said and Napoleon looked at him confused and looked back at Nallya just in time for her to,indeed , trip. But she didn't fall  gracelessly. She broke her fall with one hand in push up position and throwing the ones with the bags behind her back so that the recently ironed suits inside wouldn't be creased or deformed.

Illya beamed at this and Napoleon puckered his lips in astonishment.

The crowd just proceed on walking around her, ever so casually glancing but going back to their business.

Nallya gets up from her position and rubs the dirt off of her new shoes. She smiles and wave at Napoleon and Illya and continued to walk a good 12 feet to reach them.

"Thanks for waiting... and uh the suits. Your tailor is very nice. He didn't ask weird questions. I like him."

"I'm glad you like him. Because his work looks very good on you. You look like a proper gentleman."

"Thank you. Your fashion sense did help"

"I'm glad I could be of assistance. Coffee?" Nallya shook her head and pulled out a chair.

"So what's our cover story, may I ask?"She puts the bags over her lap.

"Since using our real names is a risky move, We've decided that we settle as The Königs.
I'm Eliot, You're William and Illya is James. We're all brothers. I'm a racecar driver, Illya's a pilot and and you play music. You, me and Peril were born in Germany, You and I were taken to Britain while he was stuck in West Berlin until he joined the military, where he became a pilot. " Napoleon crossed his legs and drank the last drops of his coffee.

"Sounds good to me... Is it because of the accent?"

"In my defense, Solnyshko, English is not my first language." Illya countered.

"Я люблю, как вы говорите по-русски. не беспокойся" (I do love how you speak in Russian. Don't worry) Nallya reassured.

"If it makes any difference, Peril. I do too. " Napoleon raised his cup as a toast and sets it back down.

"Come on, Napoleon. Don't go nancy on me too."

"Is that why Illya looks so queasy when I pay him a visit naked?"

"Cowboy, That's because the sight of you disgusts me."

"Oh. Moving on. Off to Waverly, we go."