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."