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The girl looked at the man with eyes full of tears.

Her mother and Vic’s relations left much to be desired. They loved each other like other parents and their children did, but they didn’t understand each other. Her mother wanted one thing, the daughter wanted absolutely another. For long time no one had listened to Victoria. Parents always had a great argument – “I know better because I’m older” and you could have nothing to do.

Olga Vladimirovna had been proving her daughter that she shouldn’t get bad marks at school. She expected her daughter would follow in her mother’s footprints and become a doctor. Victoria didn’t want it. For some time, there had been flaming conflicts in their family until Vic entered the university to get degree in design art.

In her childhood her mother tried to make her daughter be in gymnastics because she had wanted to be the one when she was young. Victoria didn’t like it and she got in dances.

That was what was going on for all her life. There was an opposition even about food: Olga Vladimirovna never made macaroni that Victoria liked…

At the deep evening Kharon was holding Victoria’s hands and looking at her eyes, trying to smile. Vic was perplexed.

When Vasilisa left for home the demon, being tired of her gossips, breathed with relief. Victoria was watching the woman walking away.

‘What time shall I come to you tomorrow?’ Kharon asked to switch her thoughts over to him.

‘I’m gonna get my insurance for work and… that’s really difficult. Let’s meet at three at the Arbat? I’ll be waiting for you in the beginning of the street. Deal?’

‘Deal. May I kiss you?’ he asked for permission carefully.

Vic smiled and reached her lips to his.

‘I wanna tell you something.’ Kharon whispered after he had torn his lips away from hers.

‘Speak,’ Vic glanced at his eyes.

‘Be careful with your friends.’ The demon smirked in a slyly way. A serious hint sounded in his voice, that made her heart shake.

‘What does it mean?’ Vic got nervous. ‘Why are you speaking like this? Kharon!’

‘Because I can hear and see what people think about… And today I’ve seen and heard…’

‘What was she thinking about?’ her heart was beating like a drum.

Kharon kept on smiling. He stopped embracing the girl and focused on her face.

‘Sweet dreams, dear.’ He stooped to her and whispered, ‘at three at the Arbat, tomorrow.’

The man turned around and went in the direction of the park.

‘Kharon!’ Vic cried. ‘Wait!’

But the demon rapidly walked into the darkness, covering with a dark shadow.

‘Kharon!’ Vic screamed again and rushed for him.

The girl was running so fast that she almost got under a car, crossing the street. When she came to herself there was nobody in the distance.

‘Where did he get?’ she whispered, stopped before the road.

It was silence around …and only a thought: I don’t have friends any more. “Be careful with friends” was a terrible warning! What did it mean? What did Vasilisa think of that Kharon decided to warn? Why did he do that? To disappear with no explanations…

Victoria was alone among the empty street and looked at 1905 station where life was still burning near.

There was her cell in her hand. Vic was phoning her friend.

‘Vic? I’ve forgotten anything in the café, have I?’ the girl got worried at once.

‘No. I wanted to know what you think of Kharon?’

There was silence on the phone. Vic was looking at the frozen part of the park without moving.

‘He…’ Vasilisa said, ‘he’s nice. Handsome.’

‘Nice and handsome?’ Vic asked quietly.

‘Romantic.’ The friend added.

‘Did you like him?’ Vic ask straight staring at a tree.

‘I liked him as your man. You both look great! Don’t worry.’

‘I don’t. I just wanted to know your opinion. Ok, I’m going to bed. See you.’

Nice. Handsome. Romantic. Be careful with friends. Victoria sat on a bench near the entrance. There was only one thought jumping in her head – no meetings with any friends. Plus, the demon’s warning did its part. What was Vasilisa thinking while she was looking at the man whom Victoria had sold her soul for?

Vic closed her eyes. Morning. Maybe afternoon. It was her own place near her house at Bolshoy Predtechensky alley. There was nobody here. Suddenly a tall broad-shouldered man appeared with an insane mask on his face. With his big paws he shook the girl and asked for money. She cried and mumbled something not understandable through her closed with his hand mouth.

He drugged her behind the garages, threw on the ground and stabbed. Victoria screamed and rushed to help the girl but… she was back-strapped to do anything. She was a discorporate material. Victoria tried to catch the man’s hand but her fingers, her own fingers went through his hand like in damn horror films.

No matter how many times Vic tried to catch his hand she did nothing and it certainly brought her into a gargantuan horror. The man kept on stabbing the girl one by one. With her last strength the girl cried that the man confused her with someone whose name was Yana. She begged him to stop…

Victoria opened her eyes. Darkness. Her entrance. There was nobody. There were cold sweat and atrocity in her soul.

The girl stood up and barely stepping headed to the mischievous garages. There was a body of that girl, whom Vic had seen in her visions, between the garages near the wall. It was in blood, half covered with a bag.

Having closed her mouth with her hand not to let herself cry, Vic moved back.

‘Tell ‘em…’ she heard a quiet voice.

Victoria lifted up her eyes. There was a living girl’s spirit near its body… Moreover, it could speak. It was difficult to get its words, but she understood. It sounded like a TV or radio electronic interference affecting its words.

Victoria shivered and ran home, praying under her breath. But the more she spoke the pray the stronger her tattoo hurt on her blade and the quiet voice of the cadaver affected by metallic sound didn’t leave her head.

‘No!’ Vic screamed as she came home and slammed the door.

‘What’s up? What are you screaming?’ Olga Vladimirovna appeared in the hall.

‘Nothing. I’ve been speaking on the phone.’ The girl lied along the way.

‘You look very alarmed. Vic?’ her mum called her and added some more light. ‘You’re pale… Are you ill? Vic!’

‘It’s ok, mum.’ Vic answered finally.

‘It doesn’t look like it’s ok…’ Olga Vladimirovna was about to touch her daughter’s forehead, but Victoria stopped her.

‘I told you, I’m ok.’ Vic tried to smile. ‘Ok. Go back to bed. Work tomorrow?’

Victoria had to pull herself together not to let her mother be suspicious.

‘Are you?’ Olga Vladimirovna felt that something went wrong.

‘Mum!’ Vic screamed, stepped back from the door at least. ‘I did tell you! Why shall I say it fifty times in a row?’

‘That sounds that you’re ok. I’m gonna back to bed. I work tomorrow… and please, don’t scream like this.’

‘Ok, mum.’ Victoria smiled, closing the door behind herself in her room.

‘Dinner’s in the kitchen. If you’re not hungry, take it to the fridge.’ Her mother said after her.

‘Yes, I will…’

A half of the night Vic was turning around in her bed trying to fall asleep. There was a real apocalypse in her head like a horrible war of thoughts. Everything connected with Kharon destroyed everything connected with the terrible vision. Her heart and soul wanted to think of her beloved man, his beauty and hellish existence, him in all his way. But her head tried to get what was going on to her exactly. What was the reason that spirits worried her? Was Lucifer’s mark to blame? What attracted spirits to her? She didn’t get struck by lightning and face apparent death. Nothing of those happened to provoke that vision…

… Or could she be crazy? A crazy fool who made up different nonsense, believed in it and pile of questions was breaking her mind at that moment. She had to believe none of those had happened. It was just her mind games.

5

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September 2013 (Thursday)

Having successfully completed her plan, Victoria came out of tax agency building. She was going along the street trying not to look at people, being afraid of seeing again empty eyes of lost souls. She was afraid of facing someone supernatural.

Victoria was heading to metro to get to Arbatskaya station where Kharon and she had agreed to meet.

There were different thoughts because of which the girl felt uneasy. Victoria had been already tired of thinking, but her mind kept on its weak-willed terror.

There was music playing in her ears not to listen to the outward things. She didn’t want to listen to anyone not to get crazy completely. She was scared to feel her own mind leaving her body. Vacuum. She could understand nothing but perfectly see her own mind walking without saying goodbye.

What could she do? How was it possible to make her own mind to stay? It was terrible just because of one thought that she was a mindless cretin. A vegetable that was going to be fed on medicine in an asylum.

Victoria was in a good mind nobody had to know of her new ability otherwise an asylum would be exactly for her. Nobody had to know who Kharon was and where he had come from and what had been done for it. Nobody had to know of the meeting with Lucifer…

The girl was walking ahead with no lifting her head up, doing her bag right over her shoulder. She sniffled, tucking her hair behind her ears and talked to herself. She persuaded herself: “let’s keep it in a secret?”, “Sure, we will! It’d have been blindly to blub out about what happened”, “Right, but you had to tell about the killed girl”, “No, no, I’d be put into prison. What would I tell the police? A spirit of the dead girl came up to me, threw me a little bit in the past and I saw the murder in detail? That some psycho cut up carelessly the poor girl like confetti just because he confused her with someone else because his mind dived into madness? What if this madness will come to me? No, none of that happened…”

Victoria dared to look up when she was near the very Arbat and bumped into Kharon with her eyes.

He was standing near the first building, looking up at something there.

He looked like an angel, looking at the heaven which he had been thrown down from for a long time ago. Here he was, wearing the black, having a bunch of bright blood-burgundy roses and a strange smirk, looking at the azure clouds.

The hot sun was gently touching his black shirt, feeding with its unmerciful warmth, tendering his face which was so unscrupulously looking at it and even didn’t narrow his eyes.

The man saw nobody, he was interested in nothing but in the blue height.

Victoria was stock-still and staring the demonic creature of an unbelievable beauty and unusual behaviour.

There was a woman wearing a swinging dress in the wind. It was light turquois colour and shining. The woman passed by Kharon so closed that beneath of her dress grabbed the demon’s legs into its tender embraces. Kharon gave a smiling look at the smoothing dress over his trousers and then at the woman walking away. She looked at him back playfully and disappeared in the underground passage.

Victoria, staying near the passage, was waiting for the fabulous woman to obtain a better view of her. But she didn’t appear like if she disappeared into a thin air.

Suddenly Kharon sharply turned his head in the direction where Victoria was, his frown took her, and he smiled. Victoria smirked, shook her head and went down to the underground passage. She was rushing to her beloved at full speed and even didn’t notice her bump into a man.

What astonishment was when she understood that that man was Kharon who had been staying at the Arbat with no motion for a moment ago.

‘Are you running to me?’ he asked, embracing her.

‘How did you get here?’ Vic closed her eyes, pressing herself to him. ‘People can notice your sudden appearance.’

‘No, they can’t. They are too busy with their life streams where they must dabble. You noticed me at once, didn’t you? I felt your devouring stare at me. How strange it was crawling over my face, shamelessly trying to look under my shirt… Victoria… Your thoughts are luxurious, I’m looking forward to your letting them come out… no, capture the reality.’

The man kissed her. Victoria was melting in his arms, because of his curious kisses, of his words and whispers. She enjoyed every second that Kharon gave her.

‘Let’s have a walk, you’ll tell me how wildly you hated people in queue in the tax agency.’ Kharon slowly took her by the hand and led to the exit out of the passage in the direction of the Arbat. ‘Oh, I’ve forgotten,’ he stopped and stared at the girl at the loss. ‘I saw men give the woman flowers… Is it romanticism?’

Kharon stretched the bunch of flowers to Victoria. Finally, the girl had a chance to examine the flowers and she was shocked with the beauty of their petals. They were really of blood colour like if someone put a brush into a venous stream and then painted the flowers. The tips of the petals were velvet literally. There were specks of dust, weightless but visible ones of endearment which a human could scrutinize. The buds were very thick full of life energy.

‘Kharon,’ Victoria whispered being fascinated, unable to tear herself from the flowers. ‘They’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen such prodigious colour.’

‘That’s ok,’ the demon smiled. ‘These flowers weren’t grown up on the earth.’

‘What do you mean? Are they from Mars?’ Vic asked seriously.

‘Of course, no, they aren’t. I took them from the place, as you like calling it – hell. We have such flowers there. There are no such on the earth and it’s hardly they’re gonna be.’

‘The flowers from hell. Form the demon. Kharon, am I ok?’ the girl confusingly looked at her companion.

‘Absolutely. You believe in my existence, but you don’t believe in the world where I live, and such flowers can be? You’re so strange.’

‘Strange is better than insane. You see, that’s you and you know yourself all your entire life, you’re not surprised with yourself. And I’ve known different things all my life. I’ve been grown up like an atheist for my 20 years as well as sceptic and materialist. I’ve been laughing at others who believe for 20 years. My mother is resuscitation specialist. She will never believe that a dead body has a soul and it goes somewhere to travel. Of course, I feel stupid when you appear.’

‘I always had fun at the way people react to my appearance. I’m something unusual in their lives. But I don’t usually need to prove them anything. It’s different with you… I’m in your world with you, in your life… in reality.’

They were walking along the Stariy Arabat, hands in hands. They were like other millions over the world, they weren’t different. The demon in the shape of a man stayed unnoticed as the girl with her sold soul.

Kharon examined the world having no tiredness. He observed people doing that or this, dressing, combing, what bags and jewellers they had. He had been building the picture, immersing himself into a human life, trying to understand what social cell he needed to get to be comfortable.

Victoria was thinking of his warm hand, his fingers between hers, how pleasantly his thumb was gently and rhythmically touching her index finger and how pleasantly his finger could have been touching her body…

The demon smiled as he heard the girl’s thoughts. He liked the things she imagined, and he looked forward to having all those spilled out of her mind into reality.

‘Kharon,’ suddenly the girl stopped. ‘I gotta tell you something. Yesterday when you left, I saw a girl be killed…’

‘Are you speaking about your vision? I’ve seen everything already through your memories and eyes that happened to you yesterday.’

‘Then you have to know what it was.’

‘It was a vision of a past.’ Kharon shrugged his shoulders.

‘Do you think it’s ok?’ Vic couldn’t understand imperturbable calmness of the man.

‘Yes, it is. I see the same every day.’

‘Kharon,’ Victoria pressed to him, trying to get to his ear. ‘What if I tell you that it is not ok to see any past in vision for people? We can’t see past, present and future… We have no visions.’

‘What if I tell you,’ Kharon stooped to her ear and whispered in the same way as she did, ‘that you can’t know everything that happens to other people? The thing that you think normal or abnormal, happens to you, can happen to others and they’re ok with it.’

Victoria was looking at his amber-brown eyes and getting him right. Kharon tried to explain in a veil way that that hadn’t been the worst thing that could happen to witches. But he didn’t want to tell her who she was. He didn’t want to explain that the dying old woman managed to give Vic her gift under Lucifer’s pressure.

‘Have I calmed you down?’

‘Yes.’

‘Do you want to see my flat?’ he smiled. ‘I’ve concluded the agreement already… wait… Agreement of accommodation leasing for two years.’

‘What an awkward hint.’ Victoria couldn’t help smiling. ‘Then you ask me for tea?’

‘Yeah, I can. I have tea. And coffee as I remember.’ Kharon was confused.

He was serious and even offended a little bit with the girl’s mocks and he tried not to look at her. Then Victoria understood that “wanna see my flat” meant to see his flat and nothing more. It never occurred him to blow the girl’s mind with the help of such terrible human step to get her into bed.

‘Let’s go.’ Victoria felt stupid again.

How could that be? Even the demon of sex sometimes thought of something else except sex and people were always thinking of it. They also tried to hang their desires on others.

‘Why did you act so strange?’ Kharon asked.

‘Nothing, don’t pay attention to.’ The girl answered by a quick smile.

The demon stopped again and carefully looked at Vic’s face.

‘I’ve been like a young fellow, haven’t I?’ he asked in surprise.

‘Kharon, stop poking into my mind.’ Vic got more ashamed.

‘No, dear, explain it to me!’ he insisted. ‘I’m gonna be on earth for a long time. I have to know all not to look like a young fellow!’

‘Usually when a guy offered a girl to see his apartments, it means that most likely he wants to show only his bed and himself in doing. These are stereotypes. I’ve never met and heard anyone who really wants to show only his flat.’

‘Oh,’ Kharon looked aside. ‘Did you really think that I suggested you get lain? Do I really look like a failure in your opinion?’

He was still smiling, embracing the girl, biting off her parts with his unbelievable eyes. She seemed to be going to blow up because of confusion.

‘Kharon…’

‘What?’

He was looking at the red-haired sun in his arms. Yes, he liked her definitely. He observed her nice smile and her smiling freckles. Her eyes. How much true happiness was there! The ocean of life. The demon heard her heart beating, filling with her beloved man’s energy. Kharon couldn’t believe were people really capable of being in love with someone else so much than themselves?

‘You’ve embarrassed me.’

‘Well here I’ve got some achievement at least! I almost got upset that I’m not your emotional experience.’

‘You know about emotions better than me.’

‘True. But first you have your crazy desire to touch my body, feel my lips on yours and you want me to undo my next button on the shirt, squeeze stronger your hand and all the other things in your heads… and the second thing is your behaviour in reality… you’re like two absolutely different people. You reject me and run away… I’ve started mistrusting my own powers to read correctly your mind. Tell me, dear, do I understand you right? Am I reading your mind correct?’

‘People are looking at us,’ Victoria whispered and didn’t let his hands get through where they wanted to.

Kharon stepped back. Victoria smiled, the passion flame was burning inside her, and the demon couldn’t read it wrong. He perfectly understood everything, but he didn’t understand the girl behave in such a strange way. Now it was people.

‘Why are they looking at us? Don’t they do the same?’ Kharon surprised, having taken the girl’s hand, kept on their way to the Manezhnaya Square.

‘They do. They sometimes do worse things. As a rule, they exculpate themselves, why they can do this and why we can’t.’

‘Do you always eat out of people’s hands?’

‘No. I don’t. I just don’t like people looking at us.’

‘Can you imagine how strong they hate us kissing in such a beautiful evening among the old narrow streets of Moscow? Maybe many of them want to get the same…’

‘Maybe.’ Victoria was adamant. ‘But many of them are looking disapprovingly. This all is so intimate and shouldn’t be observed by unfamiliar faces.’

Kharon stopped again.

‘You surprise me! You, in particular! How now, dear? I don’t understand! How can you speak about shame and confusion when there is so mind-blowing sex in your head that I’ll hardly be able to see it come true?’

‘That’s just the point. I want it to come true but when I’m with you face to face but not to be observed by the whole Arbat street.’

‘I got you. Got it.’

They came up to an amazing house architecture of which was different from the modern one. It was a building of Soviet Period, surviving nowadays. Looking at this building, you could hardly say that people lived there.

Kharon greeted the concierge and led the girl inside. The woman looked at Victoria with scrowsy eyes, called her a prostitute to herself. The demon smiled after he had heard the label.

‘On foot a little bit… On the third floor. There’s no lift.’ The demon warned about the forthcoming trip.

‘I can stand it… just three storeys.’ She smiled and went ahead.

Kharon opened the door and let the girl come in.

‘This is my emergency accommodation among the people…’ The man closed the door.

Victoria put off the gymshoes and went into the living room of a huge size. Kharon was following her with keeping his eyes open at her back of the head.

‘Would you like some tea? You asked about it.’

‘Yes, thank you.’ The girl turned to him and creamed in a voice not her own, breaking into a run.

In her fright without seeing a projected wall, the girl flew into it with her forehead. Having fainted she fell flop in the floor and unexpected silence came out.

In surprise Kharon looked the girl lying on the floor, understanding nothing. What could frighten her so much that she wanted to run away?

He put her up and brought to bed. Here she was, unconscious in the night fantasy world. Just a second and Kharon would be there. But Vic was in his bed, defenceless, having a growing up clour on her forehead and with embryonic insanity inside. Her tender shoulder was denuded, there was an expression of fear and desperation on her face.

Kharon brought a wet, cold towel and put it on Vic’s forehead. He hopped her clour was going not to be so big. He was confused with the denude part of her body. Despite of his lust and barely controlled passion Kharon adjusted her tee, having covered the part of nudeness.

He adjusted her pillows and sat into the arm-chair near, looking up at the ceiling. His thoughts brain storm attacked him immediately. He had a woman from the earth, reality and two years vacation. Would he be able to give to that woman all she wanted? Was he capable of that?

Someone cleared his throat in the living room. The demon smiled. He came out of the room, having closed the door behind and at once he found a handsome man at his table.

‘My friend.’ He said and stood up, ‘I wanted to check up on you… To find out whom you’ve brought this bunch of lovely roses to. Is it for Victoria, I hope?’

‘Lucifer, I’m glad to see you in such a good mood. According to the deal I have to make these two years gorgeous and if I am successful, they’re gonna be ideal.’

‘You’re right, yes.’ Lucifer was staying near the window.

‘How’s it going at home?’ Kharon finally got tea. ‘Would you drink something?’

‘Oh, no,’ the man turned to him. ‘I’m on business here. It’s been hampering me in my back two days already. You’re my dearest friend. Be a good soul and look what there’s…’

Lucifer pulled off the shirt and…

Many times, Kharon saw his Lord in such a way but every time his heart got frozen, admire covered his face, barely stand pain was in his eyes.

Lucifer was staying his back to him and there were huge white wings elevated. They were so majestic, powerful and Kharon imagined how much the master of the wings got through while he had coming down, Kharon kneeled more and more before his Lord with his respect and loyalty. You shouldn’t look at the lord’s face nor his eyes but only at his powerful wings. What a snow-white colour they were! In a dull weather, impregnated with melancholy they burnt eyes with their divine whiteness. If the sunrays fell onto the powerful wings any eyes were about to be blind. The flat and white surface reflected the rays, let them travel back to the space, depriving wretched persons from ability of seeing.

Of course, demons were stronger than people, but their eyes were also burnt. The wings had too bright light. It was like a lightning flashed in eyes but didn’t disappear as it had to, and it stayed in the eyes, firmly having covered pupils with its merciless shroud.

There was eye pain pulsing in the head. Lucifer was spreading his wings. Having left his tea Kharon headed to Lucifer through the light, torturing his eyes, to get known what disturbed his Lord.

Examining the powerful spine, smooth roots of the wings, crying, the demon noticed a long feather stuck out, pointed into the waist. Despite its softness and gentleness, it was too hard. If Lucifer hided his wings, the feather stuck into skin, like a dagger, on the right from his vertebral column.

‘A feather! There’s a feather, Lucifer!’ Brushing away his blood tears from his painful and blinded eyes, Kharon whispered. ‘What do I have to do, it’s not come out fully yet.’

‘Tear it out and quickly not to torture your weak eyes.’

Kharon pulled the disturbing feather out, Lucifer smirked and got the shirt from the floor, hiding his wings.

‘I’m sorry I got you blind again, but who would have helped me if it’s not you?’ he smiled, buttoning his shirt.

‘Who?’ the demon surprised. ‘Anyone! A half of the earth population and the whole hell dream to do the same. It’s honour, Lucifer.’

‘Certainly, it is. I have no doubts. The point is that those who know about my wings shining can be counted on my fingers. And there will be never enough specks of dust for fools. They will be gonna be blind, writhing with pain. What do you think it would be an honour for them when their eyes are burnt like with acid?’

Kharon smiled and lowered his head, Lucifer was having fun as usual.

‘What if it’s an honour for them, nevertheless? Would you let them suffer for their entire lives in blindness?’

‘Oh, my friend, do I look like a sadist? There’s always a deal for such cases. Conclude. Take. Disappear. Besides, in two minutes the one opens her eyes who’s in agony when she sees only your face. If you have something to ask, then ask.’

Kharon was looking at the long feather on the floor and he wasn’t smiling anymore. His face became gloomy, enveloped with seriousness.

‘Why did you give her witch abilities?’

‘If I hadn’t then how she would have been supposed to impressed me and called in the end? I can’t allow myself to come to her after all that nonsense she did, having read internet and book ravings. But I hope you bear no grudge against me, right?’

‘No. On the contrary, I’m looking forward to getting trips and diversity. Shall I tell her about her new abilities?’

‘No, my friend, I’d like you to let her have fun, too. I’m sure your mission is gonna be fascinating not only for you. I’m observing your family also. See you.’

Lucifer smiled and disappeared at the very second when Victoria got her lungs full of air, shrugged with terrible memories and opened her eyes.

There was semi-dark in the room. The curtains were closed thickly, and the sun sat behind the house anyway. Victoria was staring at a big wardrobe along the wall. She was staring at the mirror and wasn’t blinking, being afraid of someone coming out of there.

‘Kharon,’ she whispered his name which she believed in.

The girl saw a saviour and defender in the demon. She believed he would never let anyone hurt her.

Vic touched her forehead – there was a wet cold towel fell on the floor. Feeling sickness and headache, Vic sat on the bed, kept on staring at the mirror.

The door hand smoothly went down, her heart squeezed into a fist, and it took her breath away. The girl was waiting for something. Kharon came into the room and Vic threw herself into his arms. She was too weak, and she was about to fall when the man caught her up, looking at her scared eyes and the mask of horror over her face.

‘You’re still weak,’ he whispered, hiding her hair lock came out behind her ear.

‘What was that?’ Victoria asked in a sepulchral voice.

‘What’re you talking about?’

‘About the man.’

Kharon glanced in surprise at the girl, lying in his arms. A suspicious creeped into his mind what a man was there and why the demon didn’t see him. Holding Victoria in his arms Kharon sat down on the big bed, which size was more than standard one. The demon was examining her face in disarray, taking out by atoms threads impregnated with self-reproach, putting on the new feeling. The only thing he didn’t understand was how it was possible to have so extensive range of feelings?

‘With a loop on her neck. He was standing near the table then rapidly headed towards me. I was scared. He had so… empty and lifeless face. Didn’t you see him?’

Kharon nodded his head.

‘Why can I see them? What’s wrong with me? I’m insane, aren’t I? Oh, my dear.’

The girl put her cold palms on the warm, bristled cheeks of the silent man. She tried to feel every inch of his fabulous face, convincing herself of her more or less sane mind. Feeling his warmth running through her hands frozen with fear, she perceived it shoot at her capillaries, waking them up from sudden winter sleep, immersing them into a wonderful autumn evening. Vic touched his lips with hers. She closed her eyes. Here his warmth was…the fire which she had been looking for to get warm, understand that she was alive. No madness was left. Life was in full swing.