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‘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.