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‘Does Lucifer live among people?’ Victoria was surprised.

‘He does, sometimes. When he’s depressed, he comes to the earth. God is never depressed or, well, he just doesn’t want to come to you. You’ve fatigued him with your non-god business. I don’t want to show you all our “heaven” misunderstanding. It’s been for many thousand years and we sometimes don’t understand why this or that thing happens.’

‘Uh…’ Victoria took a sigh, ‘Difficulties are always unpleasant. So, do you often ask a permission?’

‘Practically we do.’

‘Wait! If you want to kill, will you ask a permission?’

‘As I told you some demons lie…. If I wanna kill someone so to chatter and make him agree for his own death is not an unusual thing. If Abaddon is in front of you, he will never ask you. He will just tear off your head and eat it. In fact, Victoria, every spirit, demon and deuce has its own personality. Some will want to play with you, others – to speak, and someone just rips you onto micro particles and atoms…’

For a long time, Victoria was torturing Kharon with her questions about the hell structure. The demon humbly answered all of them and almost told the truth.

Suddenly he thought Victoria wasn’t the worst company in the world. Moreover, he liked her. Certainly, he understood his nature inclination to women. He liked them all but only for a night. Kharon never communicated with them not before sex nor after. Victoria was the first woman of human world whom the demon had to spend time with. An idea crossed his mind that he was interested in a human life puzzles, he wondered what a human went through, what he felt. Kharon had always seen people through dreams… He used to know that a dream was something that didn’t exist. In dream those people knew nothing about sincere feelings, about shame and confusion. It was faceless existence in the shade of his own consciousness. Kharon was really interested in how much people could live into reality, forgetting about their own personality.

‘I think it’s my turn to ask, isn’t it, dear?’ Kharon opened the door, let the girl get in.

‘Looks like this,’ she smiled at him and suspiciously took him by the hand.

‘Why do you reject my endearment?’ he squeezed her fingers but kept the distance between them. If he let himself something more to the girl, she immediately lost self-control and no one could get any answers after.

Victoria looked aside. Here was it! The shame and confusion in one bottle, firmly twisted with each other. Red cheeks, puppy eyes. Kharon listened to her shameful thoughts and smiled.

‘I told you… romanticism.’

‘Yes, right, I remember… I just don’t understand when its terms are over. How much time do people need for romanticism?’

‘Kharon, you’re asking such questions which unfortunately I can’t answer. I’d like to but I really don’t know. It’s unpredictable… Just let’s live and I’ll be enjoying your presence… then others. Excuse me.’

The girl pulled the cell out from her bag.

‘Hi, Vasilisa!’ Vic gave silent Kharon an excuse smile. ‘Yes, sure. What’s happened? Yet? Meet?’

Victoria looked at Kharon again with blameful eyes. She was confused. Her friend needed to meet to share her feelings and emotions. On the other hand, there was Kharon whose feeling, and emotions Victoria wanted to know not less.

‘Fine, when are you gonna be at Mayakovskay? Well I’ll be waiting at the square… Kharon,’ Victoria said to Kharon. ‘You’d come with me, I will introduce you to Vasilisa. She is my… friend.’