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‘Well, not all. Only those do it who get on with each other at least… or beloved. Strangers won’t do anything like this.’

‘I see.’ Kharon smiled having embraced the girl. ‘I’m gonna just kiss you…’ he informed, having felt her being got nervous because of his touches. ‘And say good night.’

Kharon was walking in the city centre. There were lots of people and the demon didn’t know where to look first. He had to observe people’s behaviour in usual life. He had to find out what they did when they weren’t in bed and how they communicated.

He got into a night café outside the building at Nikolskaya street and started looking over couples.

And marvel happened! People were so different. They had everything different! Kharon was in perturbation. In the beginning when Lucifer indicated his will, the demon was sure that, “uh, people! A flock of lustful small fries! What could he be taught by them? What could they give?”

And there was a cocky demon, seducer of women’s hearts, was sitting and getting how common men won women’s favour. Why did Victoria reject him so many times when they had many possibilities to enjoy each other? What else was he supposed to do?

And certainly, he didn’t understand what the girls had in their minds. She got Lucifer from under the ground in literally way, gave him her soul, had Supreme Incubus in her hands for two years and then said: “get out, I’m tired”. Being on the earth within 24 hours Kharon was philosophizing of women’s logic and its consequences.

A couple sat to the table near him: a young man helped his girl to sit. Kharon noticed everything: the young man pulled out the chair, waited for the girl to sit, then pulled in the chair. Finally, he sat himself in front of her. His eyes were full of love, gazing at the girl while being frowned she was looking over the menu which a waiter had brought. There was a small bunch consisted of three burgundy roses. Doubtlessly that was the young man who had given the flowers to the girl.

Flowers. Kharon checked the first feature which was often met along Nikolskaya street. If a girl was walking with flowers, there was a big possibility that a man walking near her, was her admirer. Also, she could walk with flowers after having dated if a young man didn’t accompany her.

Eyes. That was the second feature which Kharon paid attention to. Almost all the men were looking at their girls like if there were goddesses before them. They idolized their ladies with only their looks. Their eyes were shining. That was true! They were glaring! They looked so alive for the demon, that he was deeply thoughtful if he could look at any woman in the same way as they did.

Kharon noticed mentored voices and selfish looks of the girls. Due to their countenance, it was understandable that what was going on around, had to be. There was no door number three.

Smiles. One more feature that Kharon checked to himself. Most of beloved were smiling. Their smiles and thoughts didn’t always have connection, of course, but nevertheless, the men had their lips corners up, and the girls glowed with pride, smiling to everyone. Kharon liked smiling and that task shouldn’t have been a problem.

Holding hands in hands was what Kharon checked, too. What important was there in that way of touching? Why did men and women like holding hands in hands?

Kharon spelled out the information, in advance created an action plan in relation to his complicated girl – Victoria.

Could he say “my girl”? What did people put into this definition? My girl meant mine… Was he able to do with her whatever he wanted? Did he need to know her desires? Were “property” and “girl” equal?

He saw couples who frowned were waking separately. A young man wandered with his head low, and a girl walked, crossed her hands on her chest and looked with a vacant stare somewhere ahead. Kharon could read minds and gazes: she looked just because she had eyes. She wasn’t interested in looking over the night street.

What could make them be sad? What was the reason that they were walking like strangers? The demon didn’t know that strangers were ok for human relationship. Time mercilessly took everything that people were happy with. Step by step people were turning back from each other, stopping understanding each other, and one fine day they would wake up, look at each other and coincidently wonder: “Who are you and why are you lying in my bed?”

The demon didn’t think of real complexity of human relations, of the crazy spectrum of their unexplainable feelings and murderous interventions of consciousness. While Kharon was observing the people possessed with passion, maybe, love, he tried to understand them at once.

Kharon put on every human movement. Could he do the same? What did he feel about the girl with Lucifer’s mark? Did he really feel?