The Man From U.N.C.L.E: The Thief From Moscow

Chapter 29: Aftermath

Illya waited patiently in the hotel room for Gaby and Solo to come back from the Kremlin. He had hidden the listening device in his wardrobe, and was trying to play a game of chess to keep calm. The door opened slowly, and Solo nervously walked in, staying close to the open door frame.

"Peril," Solo shoved his hands in his pockets, "how are you?"

Illya looked up at the American agent and shrugged. "I was waiting for you to come back. How did it go?"

Solo narrowed his eyes at Illya. "It was fine. Salnekov was in a weird mood."

"I heard."

There was a silence as Solo looked down at the floor. "You said you would bug us."

"And I did." Illya could tell Solo wasn't responsive. "Where's Gaby?"

"In the suite. She's waiting for you. She wants to talk to you."

Illya shot up from the seat clumsily, nearly knocking over the chessboard on the coffee table. "I'll go see her." He nodded at Solo, before tilting his head down as he walked through the door, avoiding eye contact with Solo.

"Illya?" Gaby poked her head through the bathroom door when she heard the suite door open.

Illya walked through her and sighed in relief when he saw her. "It's me."

Gaby shot of the bathroom door and ran into his arms, breathing heavily into his chest. When she looked up at him, Illya could tell she had been crying. He swept away some stray hears on her forehead and smiled.

"It'll be OK."

"I'm sorry, I had to."

"I know. It doesn't matter."

Gaby felt his arms around her waist. "I feel awful. Solo does to."

"It doesn't matter, OK?"

Gaby shivered when she felt the irritation in his voice. She watched bewildered as Illya grabbed his coat and started to make his way out of the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked, visibly hurt.

"I just need to clear my head. Don't follow me."