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‘People are looking at us,’ Victoria whispered and didn’t let his hands get through where they wanted to.

Kharon stepped back. Victoria smiled, the passion flame was burning inside her, and the demon couldn’t read it wrong. He perfectly understood everything, but he didn’t understand the girl behave in such a strange way. Now it was people.

‘Why are they looking at us? Don’t they do the same?’ Kharon surprised, having taken the girl’s hand, kept on their way to the Manezhnaya Square.

‘They do. They sometimes do worse things. As a rule, they exculpate themselves, why they can do this and why we can’t.’

‘Do you always eat out of people’s hands?’

‘No. I don’t. I just don’t like people looking at us.’

‘Can you imagine how strong they hate us kissing in such a beautiful evening among the old narrow streets of Moscow? Maybe many of them want to get the same…’

‘Maybe.’ Victoria was adamant. ‘But many of them are looking disapprovingly. This all is so intimate and shouldn’t be observed by unfamiliar faces.’

Kharon stopped again.

‘You surprise me! You, in particular! How now, dear? I don’t understand! How can you speak about shame and confusion when there is so mind-blowing sex in your head that I’ll hardly be able to see it come true?’

‘That’s just the point. I want it to come true but when I’m with you face to face but not to be observed by the whole Arbat street.’

‘I got you. Got it.’

They came up to an amazing house architecture of which was different from the modern one. It was a building of Soviet Period, surviving nowadays. Looking at this building, you could hardly say that people lived there.

Kharon greeted the concierge and led the girl inside. The woman looked at Victoria with scrowsy eyes, called her a prostitute to herself. The demon smiled after he had heard the label.

‘On foot a little bit… On the third floor. There’s no lift.’ The demon warned about the forthcoming trip.

‘I can stand it… just three storeys.’ She smiled and went ahead.

Kharon opened the door and let the girl come in.

‘This is my emergency accommodation among the people…’ The man closed the door.

Victoria put off the gymshoes and went into the living room of a huge size. Kharon was following her with keeping his eyes open at her back of the head.

‘Would you like some tea? You asked about it.’

‘Yes, thank you.’ The girl turned to him and creamed in a voice not her own, breaking into a run.

In her fright without seeing a projected wall, the girl flew into it with her forehead. Having fainted she fell flop in the floor and unexpected silence came out.

In surprise Kharon looked the girl lying on the floor, understanding nothing. What could frighten her so much that she wanted to run away?

He put her up and brought to bed. Here she was, unconscious in the night fantasy world. Just a second and Kharon would be there. But Vic was in his bed, defenceless, having a growing up clour on her forehead and with embryonic insanity inside. Her tender shoulder was denuded, there was an expression of fear and desperation on her face.

Kharon brought a wet, cold towel and put it on Vic’s forehead. He hopped her clour was going not to be so big. He was confused with the denude part of her body. Despite of his lust and barely controlled passion Kharon adjusted her tee, having covered the part of nudeness.

He adjusted her pillows and sat into the arm-chair near, looking up at the ceiling. His thoughts brain storm attacked him immediately. He had a woman from the earth, reality and two years vacation. Would he be able to give to that woman all she wanted? Was he capable of that?