Napoleon was drinking coffee in the kitchen waiting for Illya when he heard a mirror smash and Russian swearing.
Rushing to the bathroom, Napoleon couldn't keep a smile from his face. Before him was the shaving creamed face of Illya, a shattered mirror and a Schick Razor sticking out of the hole where the mirror was.
“What happened?”
“American products. They advertise a clean shave instead I get cuts from that thing.” Illya grumbled pointing to the embedded razor.
The comic look of anger on the lathered Russian's face caused Napoleon to laugh and the Illya to glare.
