“It’s better to rename an ambulance to a slow one!” the cleaning lady sympathized, catching Kira's frustrated look.

— Is there a pharmacy nearby?

- Around the corner in the same building. Run, I'll be with him.

Kira thanked her and rushed downstairs. I also bought a thermometer.

- Can you handle it yourself? the cleaning lady asked as Kira began to open the syringe.

“I have two children, not the first time,” she replied.

“Well, I’ll go,” the cleaner nodded. - If anything, I'm on the floor for another half an hour. Call.

Kira drew the required dose of medicine into a syringe, then by some miracle she managed...