He still didn’t understand if Lucifer exiled him or he really wanted him to be destructed from his many-thousand-years routine. One could go mad because of it. Kharon appreciated his Lord worrying about his friend.
As he was ordered, the demon paid for the coffee and went to study Moscow and everything that it could give him, being supported with only one thought – to try to be a human…
‘Vic, go to shop, please, coffee is done.’ Olga Vladimirovna hardly opened her eyes after hard night work. ‘I’m going to work for 24 hours again. I’m at home tomorrow and the whole weekends. Now I can think of coffee only. Will you?’
‘Sure’ Vic nodded, putting on the gym shoes. ‘Shall we go somewhere at the weekends? To have dinner?’
‘No problem, I’ll try to survive till the weekends.’
Vic smiled and closed the door behind her.
The girl ran into the street and dead air rushed to her nose. The sun and heat were not ashamed of September. Despite that it was 3 pm, there weren’t a lot of people. It was the middle of the week.
Victoria came into the shop, greeted the acquaintance seller, glanced over a woman staying near him and asked for a tin of coffee.
‘How’s your mum?’ the seller asked while he was waiting for the bill.
‘She’s fine. She’s come from work in the morning, now she’s going to work again. As usual there’s much work to do.’ She smiled.
‘Give my best greets to her. Your bill. Your coffee.’ The seller gave the goods to the girl.
‘Thank you. Is this a new seller?’ Vic nodded at the woman staying near the man. ‘Good luck in future.’
The girl left the shop and bumped into Kharon at once. She fell with a plop on the road and blinked in surprise.
‘I am sorry,’ the demon was confused, giving her his hand.
Victoria stood up, picked the tin and stared at the unexpected guest with eyes full of love.
‘What’re you doing here?’ she asked, feeling her cheeks getting burnt with red fire.
‘I have bought a computer…ok, laptop, cell. What else? SIM-cards and I need your help. How shall I use these all?’
‘What? You’ve bought?’ she couldn’t help smiling. ‘Wait a second. I’ll give coffee to my mum and come down to you. Will you be waiting for me here?’
‘You don’t want to acquaint me with your mum, do you?’
‘Kharon!’ Victoria exclaimed in confusion. ‘Before it we have to make up a weepy story about your appearance in my life. That’s why I’d like to have a walk across the city…to communicate with you.’
‘I am waiting.’ The man answered humbly.
He followed the girl with his eyes when she came into the entrance hall, he watched the wind disarranged her hair, the dark entrance side hid her out of his sight.
In an hour they were sitting in a café, Victoria was looking into the demon’s cell.
‘So, this is your phone number. That’s mine. You can find them in your contacts. You can text. Here. You have to open your messages. Then find a necessary phone number, text here and send…’
The demon was listening, examining the device and rarely smirked. What a strange device! Demons communicated with each other by means of thoughts! And if you put it like that then they weren’t very talkative guys. They absolutely didn’t need cells for connection.
‘It’s a little bit difficult with your laptop,’ Victoria took a sigh, opening the lap, ‘Why do you need this one, by the way?’
‘I saw the same on your table. I don’t need this?’ Kharon asked sadly.
