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‘Live together…’ Olga Vladimirovna lowered her eyes. ‘Ok then Kharon, tell me about yourself: where you work, live, what your parents do. I want to know everything about you.’
‘I don’t have parents. They died. A long ago. I’m an orphan. I live in the centre of Moscow.’
‘Renting?’ the mother asked in surprise.
‘I am’
‘So, you have no your own place to live, right?’
‘Mum!’
‘A second please, Vic.’
‘I do but in another country. My own home is very far from here. It’s a diabolic distance, Olga Vladimirovna. It hurts me to remember about it.’
The woman was looking at the incubus like at an odious grub worm. She insanely wanted to smash it not to let be the bane of her daughter’s life. But she was enervated to lift her leg to kill the maggot, creeping up to her girl.
‘Well Kharon, do you work? Where? Victoria has told me nothing about you.’
‘Oh, I work for well-known company, but I’m forbidden to speak about it. If you worry about my affluence,’ Kharon clarified, having screwed up his eyes, after he had read the woman’s mind, ‘you shouldn’t then as I am enough financially backed not to let Victoria be in a downtrodden.’
‘We’re gonna be ok.’ Victoria tried to convince her mum.
‘I like to believe…’
Olga Vladimirovna silently saw her daughter looking at the cocky man, putting him on a high pedestal. Vic had never looked at anyone before. Her eyes had never shone like this before. Love for that man, whom Olga Vladimirovna didn’t like at all, was struggled out of her eyes.
The woman spoke with Kharon through clenched teeth after she had finally found something obnoxious and unpleasant of him. She was sure that the man of such face, such money, such body and speech couldn’t be a good man whom her daughter needed. She noticed his exaggerated and caddish self-confidence, mischievous countenance, lofty mien… “Big-headed asshole” was what Vic’s mother thought. All the evening she was waiting for him to leave finally.
Victoria was in the well hall, embracing with the man of her dreams. She didn’t want to let him go.
‘Let’s do it tomorrow?’ she asked.
‘What?’
‘Move to your place.’
‘Yeah, about “move to my place”… I didn’t hear you have such a desire. I was in your mind but there was nothing. Do you hide it from me? How?’
‘Hide?’ Victoria frowned. ‘The whole evening I’ve been thinking that we’ll go to you tomorrow… whispering to you to say my mum about it but you seemed not to have heard me and it’s not about the move.’
The demon frowned, put his warm hands on her temples and closed his eyes. He easily came into her mind to look for her thoughts. There were many halls and greyness. It was like drizzling eternally, that covered visibility, occulting with its monotonous whisper every rustle and move. Kharon was running through the halls, seeking for anything, any sound or letter. Fortunately for him, he found. He deafly heard a vacuum whisper of invisible lips, asking for kiss…
‘I can hear them.’ Kharon said quietly, having pressed the girl’s temples stronger. ‘I can hear. They’re asking for kiss. Asking for tearing off the clothes and examining the perfect body with my lips by inches. They’re asking: “I wanna go with you…now” Take you? Now?’
Kharon opened his eyes and studied the girl. There were tears in her eyes, they were begging him to do it now.
‘Go get ready for move. I’ll be waiting for you here.’ Kharon nodded towards the door and smiled.
Vitoria kissed the man and ran back to the flat to pack things she would need at first.
‘What’re you doing?’ Olga Vladimirovna was staying in the doorway, having grossed her arms on her chest.
‘Packing my stuff.’
‘Where?’
‘To Kharon. Where else.’
‘I don’t wanna you go to him. I don’t like him. Are you listening to me, Vic?’
‘Mum!’ Victoria got frozen for a moment. ‘We’ve discussed everything already.’
‘Do you hear me?’ Olga Vladimirovna raised voice. ‘I don’t want you to go to him.’
‘Is there anybody who’s gonna accept the things that I want?’ Vic turned back to her beg, putting her laptop and cosmetic case into it.
‘This is a bad idea, Vic. Absolutely bad.’
‘Why? Why are you speaking like this? Why don’t you want me to be happy?’
‘Your happiness is what I’m speaking about…’
‘Oh really?’ the girl glared. ‘I think you’re speaking about your happiness, as usual. All my life you’ve been thinking for me, imposing your opinion on me. Sorry mum, but can I choose a man for me from my personal perspective? Can I like him, not you?’
‘What the hell are you talking? That’s disgraceful! This is his influence, isn’t it? Daniel was a good man for you… But you’re not interested in him. Of course, you look for freaks and peasants. What do you know about him?’
‘I know about him enough!’ Vic shouted, having grabbed her beg. ‘I’m not interested in Daniel because you like him not me! Let me go!’
‘What’s there on your blade?’ Olga Vladimirovna stayed in the doorway, blocking her daughter’s way.
‘Nothing.’ Vic answered with a snarl.
‘Vic!’ an austere voice sounded.
‘Tattoo!’
‘Tattoo…what? Are you out of your mind?’ the woman asked in a low voice, being worried. ‘I’m asking you, aren’t you quite right in the head?’
‘That’s all, mum. I’ll call you tomorrow.’
‘No, not tomorrow. I forbid you to go with that bastard anywhere!’
‘Mum!’ Vic smirked. ‘I’m not a child. I’ll go with him. Tomorrow I’ll pack other stuff I need. I’m begging you don’t be upset with me and try, just once in my damned life, to understand me and my feelings. I love him. Do you understand it?’
‘I do, Vic, I clearly do, moreover I can see! You know what I see? He doesn’t care about you and your feelings. I don’t want him to break your heart.’