The Illya Kuryakin Quiz

Which Illya Kuryakin are you?



Why did you become a spy?

I get to show off my incredibly detailed knowledge and language skills to my less talented American partner. Hah!
I lost my parents in the war. The KGB took me in and trained me as a lure. Having sex with men and women for blackmail purposes was the first job I ever had.
How else can I terrify people for a living?
Why not? Global travel, expense accounts, the chance to mock Napoleon's brash confidence... What more could I want?
Explosions! Fighting! Shooting! Smashing!


A Thrush agent slaps you on the face. What do you do?

Electrocute him! I do not tolerate insolence from peers or the enemy!
Turn the other cheek. I'll kill him later, just before I make my ingenious escape.
Give him a hook to the jaw, a punch in the gut, then a triple somersault and a kick where it *really* hurts.
Cry out in pain, then punch his lights out. The bastard broke my glasses! How am I supposed to read?
Burst into tears. That really, really hurt! That's another ugly purple bruise to add to my collection.


What's the one thing you can't do without?

My aloof indifference to anything the world may throw at me.
Food, food, and more food. I need to make up for my malnourished childhood. Can I have those leftovers?
The dagger in my ankle belt. And my Special. And maybe a spare grenade...
My comprehensive knowledge of everything and anything. Brains will always triumph over brawn.
My riding crop, and it's not for riding! ::crack::


What do you think of Napoleon Solo?

He makes me do all the physical work: running, jumping, driving, climbing. It's just as well I enjoy it so much.
He knows how to charm birds from the trees. I respect his abilities, but the constant flirting gets *so* tiresome.
My Napasha. He feeds me, saves me, rescues me. He loves me, and I am his beloved.
He's beautiful, so beautiful. Especially as he writhes in agony on the table, helpless to fight the electric current surging through his body.
I'm so much smarter than he is. I have more degrees. I know more languages. And he knows it. I remind him now and then in case he forgets.


What do you think of girls?

Girls create work. I have to keep saving them from certain death. I'd be bored if it wasn't for the explosions and fighting.
I like it when they tend to my wounds and cook me meals. Do you mind if I eat your leftovers? I'm starving!
Huh? Why should I think about girls? I'm too busy expanding my mind.
Girls cry and scream a lot. Perfect date material.
They're welcome to admire me from a distance, but I hate it when they cling and kiss and start tearing off my clothes. I direct them to Napoleon; he gets a kick out of such nonsense.


Your best physical attribute?

My cerulean blue eyes. Men and women crumble when I use my 'puppy dog' look.
My long blond hair. I sneer at society's conventions. Plus saving on haircuts leaves me more money for books and records.
My athleticism and flexibility, combined with my brilliant hand-eye coordination.
I heal quickly. Mr. Waverly doesn't like an agent who uses up too much sick leave.
Strong arm and shoulder muscles. Makes it easier to wrestle them down on my table of torture. Next victim!


Napoleon is with a girl. Again. What will you do??

Throw a big sulk and pout as hard as I can. Napasha only loves me!
Excellent! Electrocute him, then electrocute her! Mwahahahaha!!
Get him in trouble with Mr. Waverly. Then tell her all about his depraved past, especially the story about the two sheep, the egg-beater and the chandelier.
I'll go back to my apartment, pop a jazz record on the gramophone, and drink half a bottle of vodka. Then I'll get to work on that chemical castration formula.
Forget Napoleon! There's this girl who wants to rip my clothes off! Does anyone have garlic handy?



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