“Fuck-I-I… Fucking bee!” Tom hissed through his teeth. Kit pulled the sting out, but the poison had long since gotten under her skin. It was hot, like someone put out a cigarette on the body.

“Fucking Olga Eduardovna…” Kit put forward a counterversion, blowing on the bite and applying a cold wet towel to it. - Brought her ... Does it hurt a lot, honey? - and gently kissed her side by side a couple of times.

“I wish I had another tattoo.”

“But… mmm… no rheumatism. Bee venom is medicine. You will be the most flexible grandfather in your old age. And it will stand ... wow! A chuckle...