Short glimpses at moments of Illya and the reader's relationship.

You are U.N.C.L.E.'s newest recruit. Your mission? Win a bet. Sounds easy enough, but can you really make Illya smile?

It all started while you were running from some huntsmen. They had noticed you stealing something that was their's before you made a mad dash towards none other than the Dark Castle. Something that you had been warned to say far away from. Though, in your haste to get away from the huntsmen you ignored the warnings. Hopefully the beast inside will give you a chance.

Kaya is a woman with a unique set of skills. She was in training at MI6. For some reason U.N.C.L.E. has to go and train them and choose their best for the team. The team made their bets on who would win their attention by the end of the week. Illya himself has his bet on a Russian man named Sergey from the same team as Kaya. Gaby has all interests on a France man (Migel), But Napoleon has his trusts in Kaya. Would Napoleon be right? Would she be the best? Would the others like her?

"Ngay từ giây phút cơ thể rắn chắc đó ôm chầm lấy gã, kéo gã xa dần khỏi đáy sông và tiến gần hơn đến với sự sống, gã biết cả cuộc đời này gã không thể gặp một ai như anh nữa." Author's note: Ôi giời ơi tôi phải hoàn thành cái fic này dù có chết đi chăng nữa... Note trưởng thành nên sẽ có chap xôi thịt đấy nhé (tùy tâm trạng) =)))))) Ai chèo thuyền Nga-Mỹ với tôi không :v