Here was Victoria, in love head over heels with a creature that was different from a machine just because he was warm. The girl cherished hopes for mutual love and every hour she prayed to feel Kharon’s love.

Here was Gregory, in love with Victoria and burnt with passion. Both loves were unanswered. Why?

Why couldn’t they love each other? What was a singular chain that people liked creating, falling in love with wrong persons? The demon didn’t understand that complication.

Bit by bit he calmed down seeing that energies that he had given Victoria by accident, slowly but still was leaving the fragile body of the girl. Slowly she gave it back that the demon was desperate. The witch seemed to know that she had to save it and not to lose valuable possessions.

Their sexual life gathered speed. By any ways the demon tried to get back his energies and he would have managed to do it if Victoria had been just a human. To take away from a witch something that belonged to her and her instincts didn’t want to give it back was hardly possible. The only way was indeed to kill her. Kharon couldn’t do it. The deal. He turned into a sexual magician, exhausting the girl more and more.

Victoria more and more immersed into the sexual details of passion. She knew her body completely on the other hand the existence of which she had never thought of before. She learnt what voluptuousness meant. She knew what to satisfy passion meant while having a rest, giving the body a chance to gain strengths.

Victoria realized what heaven delight was while she was on the earth. Each of her receptor of nerve-endings was fully given to the body. Any touch to the body caused a crowd of feelings which you couldn’t feel all being conscious within. Every millimetre of her skin was so keen that Victoria couldn’t hold back a sigh of pleasure.

Kharon did really like the girl’s sincere behaviour in bed. The incubus got used and he could satisfy. But he absolutely was unknown with when he was answered with pleasure in return. He knew what to give meant and Vitoria taught him to accept. Her lips touched his body so many times! They seemed to be so hot! So many times her gentle lips, warm and soft, fell lower and lower over his body, causing unusual cramps. Her hot breath and gentle tongue had never been tired. The demon let himself close the eyes while the women in love was fussing him. Yes, he just couldn’t help relaxing in her arms and with her touches. Being with Victoria he knew and realized that women were able to give back. He was flattered with it and he used the funny love and desire to please in everything.

Here December already had come. It was luxurious plump December. Moscow was in race: Christmas trees, gifts, cans, discounts, empty shops, food. People were crazy, their eyes were insane, everyone ran, in a hurry, seeing nothing. Kharon came out more often realizing that in December Russia something unreal was on plan. Little by little the city became sparkling brighter. It was all wrapped in wires on which flickering lights were. Darkness quickly fell over the metropolis and electric lights immediately switched on, lighting the centre of the city as if it were in daytime.

Onlookers idly wandered the streets, having raised their heads to look at shimmering illusion of wires stretched above the heads. They were delighted! It was so beautiful! Incredible and incomparable! Kharon couldn’t find any beauty of it. It was just flickering light and nothing more. With the same result you could speak about beauty of the lampposts.

But the demon liked wandering along the winter centre of Moscow in the evening to observe the long preparation for only moment.

Victoria was at work, turning away from her laptop. She was in her armchair facing to the window and looked and the snowflakes tumbling from the sky. The girl intently thought of everything that had happened to her for recently. And it was like a lightning flashed before her eyes. Sergey!

The girl turned back to the laptop and started e-mailing.

Victoria: “Hi, Sergey. I hope you remember me. We met in summer to exchange books. I know it’s been a long time since that, but I have no one to ask… I’m waiting for you to help.”

Send and the message with the appeal into matrix codes space. Now she had to wait. The second hand stopped at once and changed with hour-hand. Time stopped.

So much time Victoria had been sure that she was insane, incapable of talking with anyone about her sticky situation. How she could forget about another psycho who she knew, whom she could speak with about things that healthy person would have never thought of. But the question was if he agreed to speak to her about anything? She was really preoccupied with it.

In lightning speed the girl drew templates, corrected the previous ones, trying thinking of nothing and not to predict events.

Gregory was on his business trip to America and Vic had time to breathe. She had no need to close the door and wait with horror when the door was opened, and Gregory came in.

The door did be opened. Vic saw nothing but felt someone be in her office. She looked up. There was a woman in the doorframes. Actually, a girl. Vic’s colleague. Victoria couldn’t remember the guest’s name. Before when Vic had worked in open space that girl had been not far from her and seemed to be friendly. What was her name? Alla? Anne? No. Victoria couldn’t remember.

The girls mysteriously gazed at each other and kept silence until the guest started uttering some sounds formed into speech finally.

‘It’s not a social visit.’ She said, came into the office and closed the door.

Victoria began feeling uneasy. Her heart sank. She didn’t want any visits especially not social. And, of course, the intended to conflict girl made her be nervous. In addition, Victoria understood that she was weak to protect herself in a physical and moral ways.

‘Ok then what?’ she asked with no desire, intently followed the girl with the eyes.

Anastasia! That’s right! Her name was Anastasia! Vic remembered the opponent’s name.

‘You know, there are rumours about Gregory and you over the company.’

‘What do I care?’ Vic tried to be natural, not showing her anxiety. ‘Just rumours. You should not believe everything you hear.’

Anastasia stared at Victoria, then at the red-burgundy stone on her neck. How unnaturally long she was staring at the jewel and she was difficult to take herself away from the painith. Victoria intuitively raised up the hand. She cupped her hand and covered Kharon’s gift.

‘Tell me the truth, do you fuck with him?’ Anastasia asked straight forward.

‘What a question!’ Vic protested having glanced back the girl.

The glance wasn’t shy and silent but aggressive and unusual for Vic absolutely. Besides she felt her rage and something else awaken. Something unfamiliar, unordinary as like an alien had come into her body.

‘Just a question.’ Anastasia said mockingly smiling. ‘Why then did you get your own office after just two working months? Gregory seems to live here with you. Wanna say it’s all out of kindness?’

‘I’m not gonna speak with you at all. Why should I explain anything to you?’

‘You should, Vic, actually as the colleagues can’t stomach you it’s all about female part. All the men consider you to be a whore, ready for making nicey-nicey to your master for all his kindness.’

‘I’ve got a man!’ Vic snapped out. ‘I’m true to him. I don’t need anyone but him.’

With no ideas why Victoria started justifying herself. She knew colleagues not to consider her to be a saint but when someone came and told to face “you’re a whore” she felt like a fish out of water.

‘So, you mean you’ve got someone else at home?’ Anastasia grinned. ‘Does he know you fuck with your boss?’

‘I don’t…’

‘Oh, come on! You can’t have it all just for free, can you? Have the balls to confirm you’re a whore!’