"Pi-tish-ka," Solo repeated, his eyes already shutting. Apparently, being half asleep worked just as well as being drunk for learning Russian. He fell completely asleep listening to them laugh softly.

"Poor Napoleon, I think we wore him out," Illya said, moving so that he could cuddle up to Sinthia. He kissed the crown tattoo on the back of her neck. "Thank you, my darling, for letting me do this."