I took a deep breath, not at all pleased by his words.

- Heck! Herman put his fingers to his temples. - What a headache! Got anything to drink?

- Pills? I rushed over to my bag.

“No, I was hoping you had a flask of cognac in your bag,” the man quipped.

I fought back a smile and handed the man a pack of painkillers and a glass of water.

- And here it is calculated by kilograms or by age? Herman continued to joke.

– Oh, I see someone having fun here, right? – my ordinary sarcasm broke through thick armor. - It is calculated on growth. In...