Expected, Illya let himself into Napoleon's apartment.
Sitting down next to his partner on the couch, Illya loaded his plate from the table full of snacks. The television was blaring the Jets vs the Giants football game. The November day was cold and the Giants were winning their first game against the Jets.
The American was yelling in support of the Jets. Already introduced to the game, Illya ask, "Aren't they both New York Teams.".
"Doesn't matter, I'm a Jet's fan."
"Why?"
Looking seriously, he said with his normal conviction, "It's my team." Explaining it all.
"I understand."