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‘What’ve I done wrong?’ he asked finally in a low voice.

‘No, no, it’s ok. I like what you said Vasya about us… Now we have to make up the love story…’

‘Oh’ the demon interrupted her, ‘you can trust me and don’t forget to play up to me.’

‘Jesus, everyone has got crazy! I hardly bought my meal. God damn it. Well, tell me: what, when, how?’

The demon glanced at his girl. Vasilisa was staring at both of them, eating the sandwich with almost its cover.

‘Maybe we’ll start from you?’ Vic asked carefully.

‘Nope!’ the friend shook her finger. ‘I’ve got a usual after-three-months breaking up. But you…you’ve got something unusual. Where did you meet, Kharon?’

Vasilisa addressed her question to the man having got that her friend was shy.

‘Three months ago, I was in metro… I saw a girl who was reading something in her notebook without stopping. She was leaned over her writings like a kite, having hid herself in her red hair. I was watching her and didn’t move to scare her. Honestly, I was frenzied. There was something… demonic in the red devil. I couldn’t tear myself away from her. After two stations passed by, I understood that I wanted that girl to look at me. No, I didn’t want but I craved for it. Probably with the help of a thought power I made her eyes tear away from the papers and look at me. Her dark-olive eyes were staring my face for several seconds and it was enough for me to understand that I had to know her name and phone number at least.’

The demon stopped speaking and smiled. The both girls were looking at him, having opened their mouths. Vasilisa forgot herself to be hungry. Victoria was listening to a beautiful story, being a little bit upset with that the reality was different from what the demon was telling.

‘What happened next?’ Vasya asked with her mouth full of meal, after she finally remembered about it.

Kharon kept on telling his fascinating story. Victoria looked at the woman sitting near Vasya. She was silent. She had so whitish eyes. Vic had never seen such eye colour before. They were empty, terrible and colourless like transparent lenses sold for a half of a coin at a second-hand sell. The pupil was dirty with fat fingertip prints, the colour disappeared. You could hardly have looked at such eyes: you would look away because you’d feel sympathy or sick.

Victoria didn’t feel quite herself because of the way the silent woman was looking at her in. Victoria felt like that because of the woman’s paleness and white-pink lips, chapped thoroughly. Her lips were so dry that Victoria instinctively wanted to give water to that woman just to help her in any way.

‘Who’s it?’ Vic asked, interrupted Kharon’s story.

‘Where?’ Vasya looked around.

‘The woman sitting near you. You haven’t introduced us.’

‘The woman?’ Vasilisa asked in surprise, looking over the empty chairs near her.

Kharon was frowning. His face was so serious as if he was in the edge of discovery of something unusual. Maybe it was. Vasilisa smiled, put the rest of her sandwich at the tray and instantly pierced into her friend with her eyes.

‘The woman, right?’ she summed up. ‘What woman? What’s wrong with you, Vic?’

‘This one!’ Victoria said but not in such a confident voice as before, staring into the stranger’s eyes.

‘Listen, you started scaring me. There’s no woman.’ Vasilisa demonstratively got up and sat down on the empty chair.