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Really Napoleon!
Illya stomped ahead of his partner on the dirt highway grumbling in Russian a warning to his 
partner to keep quiet. He was muddy from head to toe while Napoleon walked behind him without a lick of dirt on him.
“Come on Illya; it wasn’t my fault. I thought he had a gun.”
The grumbling stopped as Illya turned glaring at his partner. “So you just thought you would push me?”
“I was trying to save your life.”
“Next time do not save me.”
Heading down the road again, Illya heard, “Honesty, I didn’t know the mud puddle was there.”