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‘Let’s have a walk.’
‘With you?’ she was surprised.
‘With me. Am I not too good for it?’ he said resentfully.
‘Why… not to good. Ok. Where are we to meet?’ Vasilisa was excited.
‘Do you live near 1905 metro station? Near Victoria?’
‘Yes, almost near. I live between 1905 and Barrikadnay metro stations.’
‘I see. I’ll be waiting for you near the Zoo entrance. Do you remember how I look like?’
‘Hell yes! How much time do you need to get there?’ Vasilisa was putting on her sock.
‘I’ll be there in a half of an hour.’
‘Ok, deal.’
The girl hanged up the phone and rushed to get ready. Kharon kept on looking his photos in Victoria’s phone. Finally, among those pile of his face and body he found the only one photo of Victoria. She was so… beautiful. She had eyes of olive colour and big black pupils. Her stare was senseless and studying. Despite of it was a picture there was life streaming in her eyes. Her hair was done in an evening hair style. Her mouth was pursed like if some a severe thing was about to come out of it. Kharon liked the picture definitely. He felt unclear emotions, looking through the photo. He just wanted to look at her brooding eyes, at her lips…
At the fixed time Kharon appeared at the Moscow Zoo entrance. Needless to say, that the girl was being late. He wasn’t confused with this. For two months he had been observing different relationships and he already knew if time was fixed at 3pm and it was 15 minutes past 3 it didn’t mean that the girl had forgotten and been going to come. She was just being late. It was a sign of privet convenances between women.
Kharon was standing near the off-the-job fountain when he suddenly understood Vasilisa was about to appear and he even knew from where. The girl came out of the corner and met the lone demon at once. The man took her in a rapid attentive glance and caught himself thinking that he was interested in her… certainly as in not a new friend.
‘You look amazing.’ He looked at her eyes, getting into her mind. Until now Vasilisa didn’t make him be surprised. The fact that he was handsome Kharon had already heard from her when they had met at the first time. He had also heard the question why not her but Victoria was lucky to have Kharon.
‘Hi.’ Vasilisa didn’t felt confused. ‘Thank you. Where shall we go?’
‘It’s just the same to me. I like walking everywhere. Your preferences?’
Kharon carefully trying not to provoke the girl, with light airy smile, took her hands and raised it to his lips.
‘Kharon…’ the girl astonishingly whispered, staring around and with ineffable joy watching the man.
‘Your hands are cold,’ he scorched her hands with his hot breath, trying to warm them up. ‘So pale and cold…’
She didn’t protest at all as her hands were really cold and the tender attempts to warm them up gave her some cares.
‘Let’s go down.’ Kharon kept on chaffing her hands. ‘Wait. Give me your hand.’
The man put on his mitten on her hand and smiled.
‘Put your hand into your pocket…in the mitten.’
‘Listen, I don’t know what to say. Words failed me.’ Vasilisa with a broad smile looked at the companion.
‘You can try to say what you’re really thinking but you can also lie.’
‘You’d not be able to know what I chose,’ Vasilisa looked at Kharon’s eyes.
‘Of course, I wouldn’t…’ The demon smiled, stroked his finger over her cheek. ‘I wouldn’t know.’
It was about 4 pm when Kharon caught the thought that the girl was hungry among the mess of pleasant thoughts about his person.
‘Shall we have a snack?’ the demon asked her.
‘I’ve just thought of it!’ Vasilisa exclaimed in admire.
The girl had warmed some time ago but kept on wearing the demon’s mittens, holding his hand. She was buttered up with the man’s gentlemanlike things. She grooved on listening his nice timber of his voice and the words he spoke. She liked looking at him. It was understandable. Kharon had created a unique body which was bound to grab. And Vasilisa was being grabbed stronger and stronger by that hellish hook. Kharon was bored and… interested a bit.
They were sitting at the semi-round sofa in a quiet corner under the second-floor balcony. There was nobody nearby.
Almost imperceptibly Kharon moved up closer to Vasilisa. They were chattering. The man was moving up closer and closer. The girl pretended not to be noticing anything and all that was going on was ok. That was as it should be.
Sometime later Kharon was reclining on the soft cosy leather sofa, holding Vasilisa’s hand tight. She was smiling. His fingers so beautiful, long and warm were between hers. They were giving and stroking the warmth. There was laughter and smile. Out of the corner of her eye Vasilisa was studying the man and slowly going out of her mind under the influence of the awakened lust. She insanely enjoyed his touches and stares. He sometimes looked at her in such a way that she wanted to feel his charming stare forever.
In a minute the demon of the lust heard a very clear dream about a kiss… Their lips locked in a passionate kiss and the only thing Vasilisa had time to understand was that she had never felt anything like this.
None of them thought of Victoria. The demon felt perfect. Actually, the kiss energy was insignificant but nutritious a bit. Kharon understood that he more liked kissing and making love with women in reality than in dreams. Women were so alive and energetic, so sensitive and had kindly hearts! He felt his own libido different and more powerful.
Vasilisa couldn’t think of anything in the arms of the seducer but of him. In comparison to Victoria she had many men but none of them were like Kharon. She just gave into her animal instinct and own immoral desire. She didn’t stop the cocky man. She didn’t want to stop him. Moreover, she wanted more and the only one thing she yearned for while his arms were embracing her waist under the jacket was the fact that they weren’t in bed. She’d have never rejected him.
‘I can hardly control myself not to tear these stupid clothes to tatters and not to…’ Kharon came back with the kisses again.
He was still looking at bright and audacious pictures streaming in Vasilisa’s mind. He liked those pictures and their rampageous content. But he was realistic about what was going on: not people and the atmosphere prevented him from tearing the clothes in tatters but price and pay. Vasilisa wasn’t special but was like any woman whom Kharon could indulge. He usually took lives for his services! Sooner or later he had to stop himself.
When Kharon finally did away with his passion, having let his lips rest, Vasilisa saw Victoria’s face before her eyes.
‘Kharon,’ she whispered in scare.
‘Hmm,’ he mumbled in respond, moving the girl closer to him.
‘What’re we doing?’
‘We’re doing what we both want to.’
‘What about Victoria? You love each other and you let yourself behave like this?’
The demon was slightly surprised by an unexpected pretension, but he didn’t remove his smile.
‘You, my sweet crumpet…’ he said in a low voice touching her face, ‘I just wanted to do what I did. Even more I’m sure, don’t even have an argument now, that you, even more than me, wanted me to do what I did.’
‘True!’ Vasilisa smiled, having laid her head on his shoulder.
‘I know. And I know something else, if we’d been in a quieter place, we’d have never stopped, would we?’
‘I wouldn’t… You’re not like others but I think of Victoria… She’s my friend and what we did is called betrayal. We mustn’t say her about it. Are you listening to me?’
‘Why?’ Kharon got surprised.
Vasilisa stared at the man intently with eyes almost starting out of her head. There were no limits for her surprise.
‘Are you out of your mind?’ she hissed angrily.
‘No, I’m fine. I just don’t understand what so special we’ve done? We just kissed and it’s ok for men and women. Women actually are created to be kissed.’
‘Do you live on the Earth?’ the girl asked and smiled. ‘You’ll break her heart. She’ll hate you! We’re doing bad things for her. Do you understand? Lordy, why am I speaking it to you? You’re not a child, you have to understand!’
‘I see.’
In fact, Kharon understood nothing but feeling indignation from the girl and that’s why he decided to agree with her.
‘Can I ask you and you’ll be honest with me?’ the man took her hand again.
‘Listen, you’re really strange guy,’ Vasilisa looked at his eyes. ‘You’re very handsome and strange. We’ve been kissing with about two hours and you’ve been touching my body, whispering beautiful words in my ear, I thought I’m in love with you… Now you’re asking if you can ask me something?’
‘Yes.’ Kharon answered considering. ‘I think I am. Is it bad also? Am I not supposed to behave like this?’
‘What’s your question?’ Vasilisa ignored the man’s question, having accepted it like a jerk.
‘If we turned out to be together maybe in a cafе or not in public, would you say me no?’
‘No. Having known what you’re capable of and you’re supposed to be capable of more, I would never reject you… I wouldn’t be able to. My conscience will eat me away. It’s doing now. I don’t even know how I will look at Vic’s eyes when we meet. I really don’t know. But I want today to happen again. I shall burn in hell for it, but I want…’
‘In hell? Burn?’ the demon grinned. ‘It’s not as bad in hell as you think and not all burn there.’
‘I’m not gonna inquire where you got this information and I do get you’re a weird dude but it’s to your advantage. Victoria mustn’t know about kisses and that we met at all. Kharon, can you hear me? She mustn’t! This is betrayal and adultery. Give me her phone, by the way.’
‘Why?’
‘I’ll delete my call not to let a suspicion creeped into her mind.’
The demon handed her the phone and got immersed into his thoughts. Betrayal and adultery. Strange people. Why did they need to complicate everything? The problem was that the demon mixed the definitions of feelings. He knew a bit of friendship and less of betrayal and nothing of adultery. He wanted to know more but any question about those topics would inevitably confuse Victoria. Kharon was really fed up with that people considered him to be strange.
Having chattered and embraced so-called friend came out of the cafе.
Vitoria had been in Gregory’s office the whole day. They were closing the project and the man gave the girl no mercy.
By 4 pm she had been almost dead and just stopped getting her mind right to understand what Gregory wanted from her. Fortunately, Gregory, finally, said that he approved the draft and it could be sent to be printed. Victoria sighed with relief.
‘Thank you, Vic, good job. You’ll be rewarded this month.’
‘Thank you.’ The girl answered tiredly, paying off the wires.
Gregory smiled. He looked the girl fought with the wire, trying to unscrew the wire from her laptop.
‘Let me help,’ Gregory rose up and with a subtle movement of the hand unscrewed the wire. ‘You look tired. Have I wearied you?’
‘No…although,’ the girl smiled. ‘You’ve your hands in it.’
‘I’ll wash away my guilt. Bring your laptop at your place and I’ll be waiting for you on the first floor. Take your coat. We’re gonna visit a very good place to have lunch and relax after.’
‘But it’s only 4. I gotta be at work.’
‘No, not today. Since yesterday I’m your line manager. You have no manager but me. Even more, you’ll place in your own office near mine.’
‘Hum…’ Victoria was confused. ‘Why did I get privilege?’
‘Do you think you don’t deserve?’
‘No, I do…’ the girl turned red to her hair. ‘You’re cornering me. Ok, I’ll take my coat.’
‘I’m waiting in the lobby on the first ground.’
Vic took a sigh, gave a quick smile and went, almost ran out of his office as she didn’t want to be asked something new.
She picked up her bag at her work place seeing nobody. Her colleagues envied and were angry with her. They didn’t understand for what services the country manager was so favourable to her. Victoria was reserved trying not to speak about anything with anyone. She didn’t impose her friendship. Especially she didn’t try to be close to Gregory.
While she was coming down, she called on her phone that she had left at home.
‘What’s up? I miss you…’ Victoria stood near the lifts with the smile on her face.
‘Hi, dear. I’m walking.’
‘Where? In the centre as usual?’
‘Yes. Has anything changed with your plans?’
‘No. At 7 as we agreed. Just calling to know how you’re getting on and to say that I wanna see you so much.’
‘In two hours and a half I’ll be waiting for you in the middle of the station.’ Kharon smiled too, squeezing Vasilisa’s hand.
‘Ok, I love you.’ Victoria hanged up the phone and entered the lift.
Gregory was waiting for her on the first ground near the entrance door. Vic glanced at him and took a sigh again. That solid man in the coat, patent-leather shoes, in ironed trousers wasn’t the one whom she wanted to see. But she had no right of choice till 6 pm.
Gregory opened the car door, waited for the girl to get into the car, who didn’t used to cars and sat to drive.
‘You should belt up. We’re not gonna drive far but nevertheless… By 6.30 I have to get back to the office.’
‘No problem’ Victoria started belting up and no problem turned into a problem.
Gregory smiled, having bended to the girl, took the belt and pulled it to him. Victoria clung fast to the chair. Her nose caught the scent of bourgeoisie and shaving cream. The man glanced at the feeling constrained girl and smiled.
‘You’re very nervous,’ he said in a low voice, ‘Relax, I don’t bite.’
Victoria was looking at his green eyes intently studied hers, still hanging over her although the she had been already belted up and the man could have moved away.
