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‘Where?’

‘To Kharon. Where else.’

‘I don’t wanna you go to him. I don’t like him. Are you listening to me, Vic?’

‘Mum!’ Victoria got frozen for a moment. ‘We’ve discussed everything already.’

‘Do you hear me?’ Olga Vladimirovna raised voice. ‘I don’t want you to go to him.’

‘Is there anybody who’s gonna accept the things that I want?’ Vic turned back to her beg, putting her laptop and cosmetic case into it.

‘This is a bad idea, Vic. Absolutely bad.’

‘Why? Why are you speaking like this? Why don’t you want me to be happy?’

‘Your happiness is what I’m speaking about…’

‘Oh really?’ the girl glared. ‘I think you’re speaking about your happiness, as usual. All my life you’ve been thinking for me, imposing your opinion on me. Sorry mum, but can I choose a man for me from my personal perspective? Can I like him, not you?’

‘What the hell are you talking? That’s disgraceful! This is his influence, isn’t it? Daniel was a good man for you… But you’re not interested in him. Of course, you look for freaks and peasants. What do you know about him?’

‘I know about him enough!’ Vic shouted, having grabbed her beg. ‘I’m not interested in Daniel because you like him not me! Let me go!’

‘What’s there on your blade?’ Olga Vladimirovna stayed in the doorway, blocking her daughter’s way.

‘Nothing.’ Vic answered with a snarl.

‘Vic!’ an austere voice sounded.

‘Tattoo!’

‘Tattoo…what? Are you out of your mind?’ the woman asked in a low voice, being worried. ‘I’m asking you, aren’t you quite right in the head?’

‘That’s all, mum. I’ll call you tomorrow.’

‘No, not tomorrow. I forbid you to go with that bastard anywhere!’

‘Mum!’ Vic smirked. ‘I’m not a child. I’ll go with him. Tomorrow I’ll pack other stuff I need. I’m begging you don’t be upset with me and try, just once in my damned life, to understand me and my feelings. I love him. Do you understand it?’

‘I do, Vic, I clearly do, moreover I can see! You know what I see? He doesn’t care about you and your feelings. I don’t want him to break your heart.’

‘You’re the person who’s breaking my heart now. Stop it, mum. Everything’s gonna be ok. You can trust me. Is that too much to ask?’

Olga Vladimirovna sighed and let the girl in the heat of rage go.

‘This door is always opened for you.’

‘Thanks.’

Victoria came to the well hole and found Kharon smiling. He defiantly took her bag, instantly looking at her eyes.

‘Your mother doesn’t like me at all.’

‘Yeah, that’s true.’

‘That’s true? I think it’s called hatred. Certainly, I’m not used to hear women hate me, but you know, this is a funny feeling. She’s selfish. Is that what you call it?’

‘What it?’ Victoria smiled.

‘When people hear and listen to only themselves. When they are sure that the sun goes around only for them. When they think that all the world will be waiting. From here,’ the demon took the girl’s hands and out them on his chest, ‘Yes? The heart, and then into the mind, yes? Is selfishness here?’ Kharon pointed at the girl’s temple. ‘Yes, it is. It’s not in your hearts. Come to me. Closer. Closer. I wanna our bodies adjoin…’

There was a fillip and then it was darkness. A second. Another one. Bright light. Kharon’s kitchen.

‘How did you…?’ Vic looked around.

‘How did I do this? You’ve been preoccupied with this question for a long time…’ Kharon took off his jacket to hang. ‘Do you remember, dear, I told you that we don’t surprise with space and time. But space and time are surprised with us. We subject them, not they. Why are you so surprised?’