The situation was unacceptable.

The solution was nonexistent.

How could one man create so much chaos?

"Illya, you blew a hole in the wall. Why?"

"Da, da… otverstie v stene. A hole in the wall."

Napoleon shook his head. This Russian was incorrigible at times.

"Mr. Waverly said the whole of the wall was a de facto fraud. It was not real, Illya. No Thrush, just a decoy."

The blond eyebrows shot up into a quizzical expression.

"De facto fraud. That is a dichotomy, is it not?"

Napoleon grimaced, again.

"No wonder you blew a hole in that wall."

"Da."