‘Kharon,’ she smiled, rubbing her sniffly nose, ‘people usually do it in two cases: when we’re afraid or cold.’

‘You have no fear now that means you’re cold… Cold…’ Kharon repeated mysteriously, ‘I see, once I saw a young man put his jacket on a girl in the cold evening… I’ll give you my coat.’

Victoria kindly smiled and stared at Kharon watching him build his logic chain in his head and she looked forward to waiting for it to be done. Kharon quickly unbuttoned his coat, easing down when undid the last buttons.

‘But it’s wet… through. It’s the same as yours and that’s why your teeth are chattering… Oh people… What’s going on in cinemas? Can we go there to get warm?’

‘Sure, let’s go. Moreover, we can watch a film. A cinema is the place where you can watch films.’

‘Really?’ Kharon ‘Then let’s go. By the way why do people go to the cinemas if they have TV and internet at homes where they can watch the same?’

‘Oh, Kharon, it’s so meaningful question it can be answered for a long time and in a variety of ways. Any cinema isn’t just a place to watch a new film, catch a break with no sleeping. You can get new emotions, sympathize or be happy for the main characters. You can be upset a little bit because all that is showed in films never happens in life. Or you can breathe a sigh of relief that things you see are just film and nothing more. So, any cinema is nothing more but the place where you can get emotions. Couples often go to the cinema. They are there to enjoy each other and don’t care about the actions on the screen. As a rule, if you ask them what the film is about, they hardly would remember its title.’

‘Umph…’ the man looked at the girl attentively and smiling. ‘Then we have several reasons to get there.’

There was a world drama on the screen which everyone knew by not a generation. It was the Titanic.

First twenty minutes of the film Kharon was busy with his girl. He kissed her fingers, warming them up with his breath, rubbing her skin, warming up her chilled hands. He embraced Victoria softly rubbing her shoulders, awaking her endless passion. The man intently looked at the sitting near girl. He wasn’t interested so much in actions on the screen. He was more interested in Victoria.

Twenty minutes later the demon glanced at the huge screen and… Victoria lost an interlocutor in him. The demon of lust was buried with unbelievably beautiful and incomparable frames.

‘Who’s it?’ he asked Victoria having seen a red-haired girl on the screen, standing on the deck.

‘The main character of the film. Haven’t you seen the beginning?’ Vic smiled, stroking his hand.

‘No, honestly I’ve been busy with your chilled hands and I wish we had been at home in bed. I’d have warmed you up faster. You’d have been exhausted with unexpected heat… Then I saw this beautiful woman. Why does she look like this?’

‘Are you about her dress? It’s the beginning of the XX century, Kharon. All looked like her then. I think you were with women at that time, weren’t you? Obviously with no dress. Films can show you features of the past and even future. So, there’s nothing surprisingly.’

‘I see.’

Kharon looked back at the screen where one of the main characters tried to speak with the red-haired girl. That’s all the man was consumed with the frames.

Victoria even didn’t try to prevent him from watching this splendid film about love. She was surprised and fun a bit that the demon who was thousands of years old was interested so much in the dramatic film, you can say, even girlish. Of course, all his life Kharon had deals only with women and their sacrament parts of bodies. He knew nothing about what existed in human world and what for. The demon had the better day at that moment: there was no definition of a film for boys or girls. He knew nothing about gender separation. He didn’t know that he had to pretend saying “ugh, this is the wimpy drama for stupid first-year girls and this one is for the real men”. There was not a touch of stereotypes imposed by the society. He had no need to be cool at work for workers in the mornings. He was completely independent of society and its venal opinion. He didn’t even know that he was watching girlish film absolutely. And the best of all was that Kharon didn’t imagine and think that after watched the film he would have no need to say “ugh what a shit”, giving 105 Oscar reward to the actors and director in depths of his heart. The demon just watched the film, giving birth to his pure opinion.

There was love raised in the screen. True and sincere one could ever happen between a man and a woman. Kharon followed that love very attentively. He followed the young man’s actions, his emotions and experienced feelings, the moves of his lips and loudness of his words.

He observed the girl and her emotions, experienced feelings also. He felt such tenderness walking between the two main characters. He had never felt nothing of that with women before. He didn’t because he didn’t believe or despise but he just didn’t know that he could do it, he had a right to do it.

He watched the scene of shipwreck with his opened mouth and getting frozen heart. The enormous thing in all subtexts, in historical and perfection especially, was destroyed by nature… The demon couldn’t believe his eyes: how did people manage to build such unusual miracle covered with luxury? Why did absurdity happen to it? With one slight move nature razed that huge ship to the dust, showing people what they fought against, reminding them of that they shouldn’t think they were gods. Nothing was eternal, everything had the end.

There was a scene, where light hardly begun to live love tried to survive with the help of the hands: they both wanted to be saved to keep their love. Kharon was very interested to watch both of them. He carried about them, soundlessly whispering where they had to ran, where they would probably find the rescue. With curiosity he watched the second beloved man, his insult and humiliation. He also was in love with the red-haired girl.

Then the demon realized that love was really stupid and foolish. Why did it do what it did? It was ok, that rich man loved that girl, they would have got married and the happy end! Suddenly Kharon realized that the girl didn’t love the rich man! Damn reciprocity. The demon had time to draw parallel between his in his own relationship with the human was in love with him.

Victoria looked at Kharon’s eyes where sometimes terrible frames were reflected in. Did he blink? Vic knew the film almost by heart she had no need to look at the screen. She was more interested in originating emotions which probably the first time distorted his face. She was hardly able to abstain from smiling when Kharon instinctively squeezed her fingers seeing the terrible actions on the screen. Did the demon try feel what those people did when they were getting through the catastrophe? Did he realize how horrible and deadly was it?

‘It’s the best one I’ve ever seen while my being with people…’ Kharon whispered glowingly when the screen was covered with the black veil of the emptiness. The light was getting brighter covering the place. There was silence and seldom whispers cut through the after-euphoric silence.

‘I’m glad you liked it and that we came here but my jacket’s still wet inside… We’re gonna in the rain again.’

‘We’re not. Literally I realized that heroes are what girls expect men to be. I was reading women’s minds who were in the cinema. There was no one who didn’t want to have such crazy love.’

‘I’m not surprised. Unfortunately, two people being in love with each other is very rare to happen. More often is when just only one is in love… Our relationship isn’t an exception.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Me too! But I’m really glad you’re with me, studying to feel and don’t face like a thunder, hating me because you have to live with people.’