The blond man winced and emitted a curse beneath his breath. There was no denying company policy.
“Illya, just hang in there, tovarisch. Only one more… ouch. I felt that one too.”
A dangerous blue stare indicated disagreement.
“I assure you, only I felt that last…chyort “
“That was the last shot, Mr. Kuryakin. Mr. Solo?”
Illya smiled as the doctor patted the seat being vacated. Vaccinations were a part of their lives, traveling as they did all over the world.
“There there, Napoleon. Believe me when I say that your pain is my pain, tovarisch.”
Napoleon didn’t believe it.
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