[ Not-Ivan tsks as he finally straighten against a wall, bracing himself there in case he does hurl. He doesn't want to, not with this person in front of him. Oh, the pride that'll cost him. Especially if it is another Russian, as it appears. There is something, aside from physical appearance, odd about this man before him. The honest confusion in his face or the odd accent, perhaps ]
I am not Ivan. You are?
[ Illya shrugs. This Ivan, who apparently looks startling like him, is one piece of information Miles has on him. It's only fair, from his point of view. ]
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I am not Ivan. You are?
[ Illya shrugs. This Ivan, who apparently looks startling like him, is one piece of information Miles has on him. It's only fair, from his point of view. ]