Unlimited. Darina Grotto
not play cunning, my friend!’ The Lord smiled. ‘Once I face love. She was very beautiful girl. She died. For a long time I couldn’t get over her disappearance, I annoyed to magicians and witched asking them for help. Alas, there are no winners against the death neither here nor by my father. The death makes all be equal.’
‘How did you get that you were in love?’ Kharon was very interested in how that pathetic feeling could be born.
‘Kharon,’ The Fallen Angel smiled and came up to the demon. ‘If you are in love, you’ll get it. It’s a dawn in the human world. You should go back to your Sun.’
‘You’re right.’
Kharon got up, thanked his friend for his treatment and Lucifer called him when the demon was near the doors.
‘You’ve been in the cinema. How did you like it?’
‘It’s the best I have ever seen.’ The demon smiled and disappeared.
Victoria was sleeping like a log with no moves for the whole night. Kharon had time to get to bed in second when the alarm clock went off.
‘Jesus…’ Victoria whispered through the cooling down dream. ‘This is the latest day…’
Kharon was lying with his eyes closed, pretended to be sleeping. The girl started being ready for work, having left the sleeping man in lulling cosiness of the morning obelisk.
The demon was thinking about Lucifer’s words for a long time, analysing all people in love whom he had seen. He was too interested in how love worked. With his arguments he didn’t notice him fall asleep. Through his dream Kharon felt the warm lips, gently kissing his cheek, his should and the pleasant whisper, telling about love. Still glowing in his endless dreams beyond human’s control, Kharon took the morning kiss of Victoria.
25
th
October 2013 (Friday)
That was the end of the second month of the girl’s unlikely love and the demon. Victoria fell in love more and more and was only glad that the man allowed to love himself, and sometimes he even very well played.
Everyday Victoria worked, trying to avoid her persevering manager, soothing her memories and imagination with recent pictures of being together with Kharon.
The demon with all his might hanged out with girls. He studied Moscow quickly and well. He had favourite places where he could have time. He had places which he hated and nothing in the world would make him be there. He sometimes was bored: Victoria worked all days long.
Kharon decided to meet a girl and contribute his energy store. He loved Vic… in the bed. He loved her madly. He believed in this love. The problem was that Victoria needed more time to recover strength. That was the reason why they didn’t sleep in bed only three times in a month. For Kharon who got from women everything he wanted and not once, to fornicate three times in a month wasn’t a few it was nothing. And if his hungry thoughts were covered by the first month of being with people then by the end of the second month his nature gained the upper hand. He gave the look at other girls more often.
It was almost afternoon when the demon opened his eyes. The sun was shining through the window, the world seemed to be so warm that the demon smiled, looking at the window.
Drinking hot flavoured coffee, the man was near the window and examining how Moscow was getting ready for lunch. He took his cell waiting to see some beautiful pictures and nice message from Victoria. Every morning on her way to work the girl took pictures of something interesting and sent it to Kharon with the next confession under. That afternoon the demon studied the smartphone but there was nothing. The absence of a picture confused him a bit but not enough to make him panic.
Kharon slowly buttoned his shirt, looking at his unshaven face in the mirror. He didn’t like shaving so much! He considered it a very serious punishment for a human and couldn’t understand what for. There could be only two days without shaving and it was not much! But there was bristle on his face again.
A music which the demon didn’t know to exist made him distract from looking, touching and rethinking of his life. Having frowned Kharon studied Victoria’s phone and an incoming call on the display.
‘Victoria’s phone!’ he took the call, listening to the answer.
‘Thanks God!’ a happy sigh and chuckle were heard. ‘I thought I’ve lost my phone. Kharon, what a happiness that I’ve left it at home.’
‘Hello, dear.’ Kharon was serious.
He was confused as usual with Victoria’s wordings. What a bag of words “Thanks God” in relation to the demon! It made him angry and he couldn’t and didn’t want to calm down.
‘What’s wrong with your voice?’ Vic immediately understood only by his intonation that something went wrong.
‘Honestly Vic, I don’t still understand why I’m supposed to listen to it.’
‘What’s it?’ the girl got confused, digging in her mind, remembering what an insult she said.
‘Heh, dear, same old Vic.’ the man smiled being upset.
‘Are you about “Thanks God”?’ Vic spluttered with laughter. ‘This is just a parenthesis. It has no meaning. All people say it independently on their being of passionate believer or atheist. You shouldn’t pay attention. If you’re upset with it, I’ll certainly exclude it out of my lexicon. Don’t worry…’
‘Where shall I meet you?’ Kharon ignored all the girl’s arguments and excuses.
‘Umph… At 7 pm at Kuznetsky Most metro station. If something changes, I’ll call you… But if you have something changed, I’ll not know about it… Oh, my god! Put down my work phone number.’
‘Don’t worry nothing’s gonna be changed. I’ll be waiting for you at Kuznetsky Most at 7. I know your work phone number.’
‘I love you…’ Victoria smiled.
There was silence in respond. As usual Kharon didn’t know what to say.
‘Fine,’ the girl grinned, ‘I’m not gonna torture you. Don’t make up what to say. I just love you.’
Victoria hanged up and looked at the window with the smile on her lips.
‘Victoria!’
The girl gave a shiver and turned around. Gregory was near her.
‘You’ve scared me.’ Vic lowered her eyes and got up.
‘Let’s go to my office. Take your laptop.’
Gregory ordered and went ahead. Vic walked behind him already hating next two hours…
Kharon fingered Victoria’s phone, looking through the photos. All her phone was full of his photos: he slept, his eyelashes, his eyes, he smiled, mysteriously looked at the window, wet after being in the rain, with tea at the kitchen. Mostly Kharon didn’t see Victoria take pictures of him. He was tired to scroll up volumes of his photos.
The display turned on with bright colours and Vasilisa’s picture appeared on it. The demon smiled and accepted the call.
‘Victoria’s phone.’
There was silence on the phone and quiet sighs of breathing of surprise.
‘Kharon?’ Vasilisa finally started speaking.
‘Good morning, Vasilisa.’
‘Hi… Is Vic there?’
‘She’s at work and has left her phone at home. What can I do for you?’ Kharon closed his eyes and the imagine of the girl came into his mind.
The wild lock or ponytail of chestnut hair, oversized sweatshirt, running down her shoulder, the strap of which was on her wrist; leggings cut up like shirts… Her eyes were filled with happiness and satisfaction.
‘Yes… I’m just gonna have a walk with her in the evening, we’ve not seen