"I think this man, Illya, could be one of them but I don't know for sure," she admits. "And he is so very Russian." It's not the man's country of origin that bothers her. It's the year he's from and the apparent level of national allegiance he'd seemed to have.

Wanda laughs with Peggy, nodding at the order. "I cannot get drunk but that won't stop you from trying?" she guesses, entirely friendly.