Word count: 1796
My thanks to Sparky for her beta.
Illya is captured by THRUSH and escapes. However things are not what they first appear. Link takes you to AO3
Talk! Tell us about UNCLE!” he demanded.
“Which uncle?” Illya mumbled in French. He refused to use any more energy than was necessary to speak up. “There was Uncle Boris. One night he got really drunk and the next morning they found him in the bushes with two sheep. All three of them were rumored to have been smiling—“
Another punch cut him off and Illya grunted. His stomach ached from the blows, but he was also confused. Why were they wasting so much energy beating him when there were things in the room that would make him talk or die much faster?
“Uncle Peter used to like to run naked through the town square. The local meat monger had a very interesting name for him. He called him ten inch…” This time he tried German, but they didn’t seem anymore keen on that language.