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Five minutes passed before Vic started speaking.
‘Okay. That’s okay, isn’t it? Is it okay that we’re here just like nothing has happened? Is that okay that some creature from hell is gonna drink a cup of coffee? Would you like a cigarette, maybe?’
‘With pleasure’, Kharon smiled, ‘but no smoking is allowed in the caf'e’
‘How do you know? Oh, what a nonsense I’m talking… you know everything!’
‘You know, Victoria, I’m glad that today I’m in Russia, in Moscow. I’m glad that no smoking is allowed in the caf'e’
‘What does that mean?’
‘You have to understand you aren’t the first woman in my arms for all these centuries that I have been living’
‘And I do’
‘I heard your voice yesterday, but I couldn’t have dropped everything and run to you… I was adorning a dream of a very sweet madam’
‘You couldn’t have dropped everything?’ Vic grabbed the cup of coffee, hoping that caffeine would wake her wisdom up. ‘I suppose demons must show up as they’ve been summoned.’
‘Oh, no, Dear. We show up to whom we want to. If I’m in a bad mood or busy, or have no desire, I won’t come even if you cut a head of a black rooster’
‘Why did you come to me?’ Vic smiled.
It was her first smile for the last two days. The first smile was in the seducer’s presence from tartar.
Kharon grinned, took the chair and sat closer to the girl. He embraced her a little bit, kissed her lips unceremoniously and smiled again. The demon behaved as if they had been married for a long time already.
Victoria was sitting without moving. The man’s effrontery astounded her as well as her behaviour: why didn’t she put off his hands? Why did she allow him to kiss her? What was going on with her mind?
‘You’re a great interest for me. Your diffident voice, disgusting Latin, cut leg… It has been a while since I saw such an awkward magician’
‘I’m not a magician!’
‘I know. You are a nice, red-haired girl, last-year student. You have got a boy whom you don’t love. You live with your mother and that was the reason why you went to the park yesterday…’
‘So does a demon control his presence? If he wants, he comes, if he doesn’t then he won’t come?
‘Absolutely’
‘Why did you come to me again? I told you I don’t agree to the deal’
‘That remains to be seen. Hm, I am glad that you have stopped being afraid of me, finally’
‘Damn it all!’ Vic couldn’t take it anymore, ‘How’s it possible?!’
‘By the way, every time when you say damn it all, a deuce takes three days out of your life. Be careful with what you’re saying, Babe’
She had a lump in the throat again. Deuces? Were they real?
‘You see, Victoria, deuces don’t take the highest hierarchy step of Hell and do thankless job. They have to please themselves at least’
‘Kharon… Honestly I’m out of sorts. It seemed to me just an illusion, a hallucination. It can’t be. There are no demons and deuces! You’re just kidding me’
‘Oh, really? Then I shall show you what an illusion is’
Kharon took her hand and whispered: ‘Close your eyes’. Vic did and silently was sitting with her eyes closed.
There was a noise of wind. The air was warm. Waves were crushing against the rocks. Victoria opened her eyes. A scared scream came out of her because there was a beautiful sheer drop under her feet, the sea was beneath, maybe it was an ocean, crashing against the highest rock bottom on the top of which the girl was staying.
‘Oh my God!’ Vic screamed, staggering and grabbing Kharon, ‘What the hell, Kharon! I’d have fallen down!’
‘Yes, you would, but you didn’t. Do not forget, it is an illusion. Everything you are looking at, doesn’t exist! All of these is my imagination’s projection. These lovely, ominous waves, churly blasts, messing up your hair, seagulls, a heart-rending screaming and floating in the sky do not exist! Give me your hand’
Kharon smiled and jumped down, dragging the shrieking girl. Vic was considerably scared with her fellow-traveller’s actions. She was afraid of falling, tried to realize that everything was an illusion, but her mind refused to believe in it. Everything looked so real and could be felt. What kind of illusion could it be if there was a salty air in her nose and sounds of nature in her ears and bared feet felt exactly sharp stones of the rock…?
Suddenly Victoria felt her feet buried in burning sand like if she had been put on a spit. Having looked around Vic saw a desert flooded with the sunlight.
‘Ah!’ she cried, shifting her feet.
It was hot. Too hot. Victoria burst herself into Kharon’s arms, stepped on his feet.
‘Hm’, he grinned, embracing and supporting the girl. ‘An illusive desert full of mirages, doubled illusion… Let’s go further!’
Milliards of needles pierced her skin, pain locked her body, fading away, fog was before her eyes. She didn’t feel any life. It was cold. An unbearable cold. There was snow, snowdrifts and ices everywhere and no living soul. It was frozen emptiness…
‘I can’t bear it!’ Vic said chattering, ‘Kharon, please…’
Suddenly they turned out to be in the caf'e again. There were no unpleasant physical feelings left but only discrete reminiscence.
‘Now, Dear, you understand what an illusion is, don’t you?’ Kharon hugged the girl and smiled.
Victoria looked at him seriously, studying his extra-terrestrial beauty. He smelled of passion, she wanted to embrace him, she wanted him to embrace her. She was drunk with his charming gaze, gentle lips, velvet voice. Victoria was melting near him.
‘I suggest a deal’ she whispered to him, staring into his amber eyes.
‘A deal? I like it’
‘Yes, you, diabolic dregs, are able to do anything according to a deal…’
‘Diabolic dregs?’ Kharon frowned.
Victoria looked at him being seriously afraid of his next actions. She didn’t know what could happen next, what Antarctica he would throw her in. But Vic was insanely interested in how he would react and what he would do.
Kharon kept on frowning, incinerated the girl with the sly look. Finally, he just smiled.