Section two agents will do anything to get out of an appointment with a psychiatrist.
The man entered the room cautiously, a hunted look in his eye. He spotted the psychiatrist, who was rising from her desk, and froze.
"Hello Mr. Kuryakin ," she began. "Would you like―"
"I would not like to sit down, I would not like a drink, and I would like you to remain ten feet away at all times," the agent snapped.
The psychiatrist frowned. "I'd like to respect your wishes, Mr. Kuryakin , but the room is only nine feet across!"
The Russian smiled. "I know," he said smugly, backing up one step out the door.