U.N.P.L.A.N.N.E.D// Illya Kuryakin

2.

"Are you telling me that you think I'm a spy? Sorry to disappoint you Vladimir" I responded without thinking. My parents? Dad is in the Mafia and my mom is a Japanese spy... Remember, don't believe everything they say. Don't trust. The war was over.

Suddenly disrupting my thoughts, the Russian was charging towards me, the closer he got, the heavier he breathed.

"IIlya! Stop." the American guy tried hold him back, but it was evident he was struggling. Before I could even process anything, there was a hole in the wall, as close to my face as it could get and the door to the room shutting angrily.

"You have to excuse Illya he has some-" he started before I finished him off, "Anger issues? I couldn't tell"

"Well of course as you have seen you irritate him a lot, and not only him" he ended the discussion.

"Really, don't mind them they are always like that, you'll adapt nicely" Gaby tried to reassure me, "What do you mean by adapt am I stuck here?"

"Oh we haven't told you yet, since your parents are particularly famous for their.. job, now that they have been uncovered, you cannot go back with them. And, we know that you don't have any other family so you are staying here" she tried to say kindly but coldly, "And before you ask, it's too dangerous if we just leave you because know you know quite a lot of information regarding to your parent's trips.... vital information to the enemy.."

"Well thank you for sharing with me my future as a toilet cleaner" standing up I made my way to the door.

"No, you don't understand we are going to train you" Gaby followed me out as I walked to nowhere. A long corridor, powerful headlights. Uncountable doors. 

"No, YOU don't understand, as much as I would love to be an agent of what seems to be an alliance, I'm afraid I can't since, well, you have seen my body structure. And I still don't understand why you brought me here!" I didn't have a problem to admit that I wasn't as skinny like her and well, I couldn't probably run and/or hold my breath for long. "Don't you dare to say that you don't need that because you know too well that agents do. This isn't a fairy-tale in which you tell me to become something and I do"

Gaby remained silent, she knew that I was speaking the truth and it was just for the best overall. She could've at least made the situation clearer.

The direction I was pacing towards led me to a door, which probably was the exit of whatever building this was. What a coincidence. However, once I opened the door I found myself in a conference room with the two men from before and another short man, sat around and talking while one of them smoked heavily.

"Oh, welcome, we were going to debrief you soon. But for now get out." the man I didn't know of spoke. Following my instincts I shut the door, while Gaby caught up just in time to go in.

Soon after I sat at the end of the corridor, away from the door and their sight but close enough to hear them. In the most comfortable position I could ever be in, I jumped uncomfortably only to hear that door open then close with the loudest bang.  A few footsteps, then a walk towards me.

Vladimir - Illya made his way towards the end, then sat a few metres in front of me, always with that constant tap of fingers on his thigh. From his appearance I could tell he was trained harshly, but also that he maintained a certain presence.

We sat there in silence. I didn't want to talk to him and neither did he. Why was he here though? Oh, I'm pretty sure they got sick of him too.

"No they didn't get sick of me." he snapped while looking me with coldness.

"Sure." his fingers stopped. He got up and slowly walked towards me.