The Cuckoo comes in April 23

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23

 

“Napoleon?”

The voice was unexpectedly familiar and... slightly ironical. It was dark all around. Napoleon realized that his eyes were closed. He realized, too, that he leaned back against a comfortable shoulder, that the boat was gently rocking.

What hell...?

“Napoleon? Tovarish... Look...”

On the alert again, he half opened his eyes and blinked at the dazzling light. An orange, red, dark pink, amethyst show set the sky and the ocean ablaze...

A dream... A nightmare?

Napoleon turned to the other man whose blond hair sparkled with sunset, whose blue eyes looked at him with ... amusement.

“The storm, Illya... What...?”