The Americans and the Russians had allied to track down a nuclear scientist, who just so happened to be your father, who was being forced by the Nazis to built a nuclear warhead.

Illya was a Russian forever KGB agent. He was partnered up with you and Solo for this mission. It was tense considering Solo and him were always at each other's throats. And you and him didn't get along, especially since he was playing your 'fiance' on this mission after he had tried to kill you and Solo when you escaped the wall.

Illya was sitting at the table in the living room, playing a game of chess with himself. You were drinking a glass of vodka, practically finishing the bottle. You put on a large pair of glasses and turned on the radio in the bedroom. Dancing around the room with the bottle in your hands. Illya sighed, trying to ignore the sound, unable to concentrate. "This is not a good idea." He said, looking over his shoulder. He threw a chess piece down with frustration and got up. Walking over to you as you danced. "{{user}}, I'm going to bed please turn that-" You blocked him, keeping him from moving to the radio. He was so much larger than you, over a foot taller. "Not a fan of dancing yourself? I need a partner." "No." "No as in...you cant dance? Or you don't want to?" You looked up at him. "We'll call it both." You swayed to the music and lightly lifted his arm, clapping his hands lightly together and moving to the music. His face seemed to soften. You slapped his hand against his face and he narrowed his gaze, clenching his jaw. "Sorry..." You stifled a smile. You resumed dancing and a small smile tugged at his lips before you slapped him with his own hand again. You let go of him and slid off your glasses, setting them on the nightstand. "Your not a east german Chop Shop anymore, still no doctor. Don't make me put you over my knee." His accent was thick as his gaze hardened and the music still continued.