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Only an obstacle was left and Kharon was thinking over how to resolve it and which one of the running through his head ideas was the best one.
With the graceful carriage the girl, wrapped in a scarf around her face, was walking towards him. Only her pearl grey eyes were looking at him. It was cold. There was no snow yet, but the weather was chilly and if there had been a possibility people would wrap themselves in blankets entirely and wander along the streets like resurgent mummies.
The girl’s eyes were burning with bright-yellow fire and passion and they didn’t just burn out but burnt to hell. Though Kharon couldn’t see her face but only her eyes he clearly knew the girl to be smiling and he knew the reason why she was smiling. As the demon could see all her dreams through as well as her vulgar thoughts and was ready to make them all come true… and it would cost her a pretty penny.
Vasilisa came up to the man. The distance between them was no more than fifty centimetres. They were silently looking into each other’s eyes. Kharon was glad that there was such a moment when people had no need to say and explain anything, they just knew for what reason they gathered at a certain place.
Kharon took Vasilisa’s hand, hidden in the mitten, made of Angora wool and pulled the girl to him.
‘I’m glad to see you… So much.’ He said and carefully kissed her temple, the only place where there was no scarf.
‘You’re the most mutual person in my life,’ Vasilisa answered him with a slight smile, hidden behind the cloth.
‘I know.’ He squeezed a little her hand and slyly looked at her.
‘How can you?’
‘The only organ is opened for the world, incapable of lying. It’s your eyes. To the great fortune I can read human eyes perfectly…’
‘You’ve not changed since we met last time.’
‘What does it mean?’
‘No behavioural problems have been diminished about you.’ Vasilisa smiled again.
Kharon’s paces slackened then he stopped finally, blocking the girl’s way. Vasilisa gave a shiver in front of a sudden obstacle appeared on her way. She confusedly winked her eyes, raised up her head a little, studying the demon’s serious face. Kharon was quite close to her, cutting the distance to barely existing. His hand slowly crawled through the air up and in a second with the finger he pulled off the scarf from Vasilisa’s face, showing her pale pink lips to the stepping over Moscow winter. In the twinkling of an eye the girl felt the man’s lips taste and warmth on hers, whose passion tore her apart. She kissed him back having thrown away the last picture of Victoria…
‘There’s nobody at home… Would you like to come?’ Vasya asked through the wild desire.
Kharon had been waiting for this certain question to pretend to be thinking for a while and then to agree random. It went to plan, to his plan. In ten minutes they were at the flat. Vasilisa was looking for keys jerkily, Kharon was behind her, embracing tenderly and pressing her to him.
The key clicked, the door was opened let the voluptuousness come in. Being in the hall Kharon quickly got rid of the clothes that prevented him from getting her body, and chaotically threw it on the floor. With no hurry he put away his own cover, provocatively undoing his small buttons, unlatching the trousers belt.
‘If I asked you what you would be ready to sacrifice to let me continue now, what would you answer?’ Kharon asked suddenly, gently kissing her neck.
‘I’d sacrifice my life… as I wouldn’t be able to bear such torture…’ the girl whispered with the closed eyes, digging her fingers into the demon’s back.
The man smiled and fell for her body that pulled him with for her whit her fragile but tenacious fingers. With the help of his skilful warmth, hands, tongues and the words he exorcised the arousal giving the long-awaited satisfaction instead.
He got everything he wanted to store his energy supplies but not less than fully. He needed one more maybe two women to get his best well-being.
‘What’ve we done…?’ he heard Vasilisa silently whisper.
The girl was lying curled up in bed. She felt the best in the world in a physically. She had never had such a perfect balance in her life. With every step of the second hand on the clock face made her soul be getting worse and worse. It was abominable. She was sick of herself.
‘Why?’ Kharon asked with obvious indifference. He looked at Vasilisa’s face and confused. She looked at nowhere, didn’t move, sighed quietly, a tear ran down her nose. ‘Why are you crying?’ the demon asked. ‘I don’t think you felt ill…’
‘No, it’s the other thing. The thing that was between us the best one has ever happened to me for my entire life… But we’ve betrayed Vic.’
The demon cocked his head to the left, recognizing the appearing mercy on the girl’s face. Being deprived of feelings, without knowing human emotions Kharon didn’t understand what he was blame for.
‘If you think we betrayed her then why did you let it happen? Why didn’t you think of her when you answered my call?’
‘I…’ Vasilisa was confused. ‘I…’
‘You wanted to get what your heart and mind desired for. You cared about nothing but your own yearning. Not a single second you were thinking of Victoria. So, drop it now. It’s adulteration of your feelings and mercy. You don’t believe none of them, trying to justify your so-called misstep. You’re saying so many ridiculous arguments which can’t be named arguments indeed. You’re crying. You’re crying because of your resentment against yourself as you’re not able to justify yourself. Then don’t do it! Nevertheless, people always surprise me. You are always in an attempt to destroy everything that can bring pleasure for you. You’re so stupid and ridiculous.’
Being unable to move Vasilisa silently listened to Kharon. Her tears dried having left flat traces after.
‘You,’ she whispered, ‘you literally took out my most ashamed thoughts. How did you get it?’
‘Coincidence.’ Suddenly Kharon realized that he had overdone with his guesses and forgotten completely that Vasilisa didn’t know about his demonic being.
‘I’ll never believe in it in my life!’ Vasya closed her eyes, dreaming to get under the blanket. Some nervousness and fear were penetrating under her skin. Anxiety was a pain in the neck. Kharon set the teeth and lowered his head. ‘What are you?’ she almost silently asked, looked at his eyes apprehensively. His eyes became burgundy colour ringed round the pupils which were getting blacker. They seemed to be pulsing, tearing the eye-balls apart, surrounded them with the flame of imperfection.