"I did," he said with a shrug. "It has been a long time since I have read or seen it because it is not widely available in my country." Anything kind of controversial was censored. They never got any of the latest pop songs either. It was kind of funny in a way. Illya liked working for the KGB because it actually got him out of the country to places where he could enjoy culture and see other perspectives. In a way, giving him the job had backfired on them.
Illya turned to her, watching the way the ocean breeze whipped at her hair. She was a good head shorter than him, so it was hard to see her face when she was looking down at the sand. "You look very beautiful tonight, Gaby," he said. It was twilight and the sun hung low in the horizon to their right.