"Go ahead and take pity on her!" Sitting in front of the mirror again, she picked up a comb.

Carrot meanwhile, feeling the support of the necromancer, jumped again on the bed.

- Well, that's it, - Irishka almost whispered, - my patience has snapped.

Throwing the comb away somewhere in the corner, she grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck and threw it out the door.

“Aola, how can you? Gregory frowned as he sat up in bed.

- I can do a lot! One more word, and you'll follow this dirty trick.

“Aola,” the necromancer tried to hug his wife, “stop it!”

- You stop it!...