Unlimited

Victoria just lay naked in her owns silence, with her closed eyes and felt Kharon’s gentle touching. She wanted to smile but she was in no state to do it. Her soul smiled instead, and the demon saw that fabulous smile and was glad that he was the reason of that happiness and readiness to go to another world.

10

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October 2013 (Thursday)

A week passed like a mad second, having left neither trace no moment memories. The world ran around, the universe twisted its hot record, setting a time, comfortable for it. it had fun looking at struggling people stumbled trying to catch and even outpace. Victoria danced in that chaotic, whirlpool-like stream being consumed with the universe love for the demonic creature.

The merry tempo exhausted the girl. She was tired and wanted to close her eyes to have some rest… just to breathe. But no. Would you be ever able to get out of tornado if you were in the centre of it? There was a crazy tornado outside when wind speeds exceeded F5 according to F-Scale. No, you would never get out of there. You would have to run with it like a squirrel in a cycle.

Victoria was in the country manager’s office again and waited for the meeting with him, thinking that she was fed up with him.

Every morning Gregory came to the girl to find out how she was getting. He was sitting with her for fifteen minutes, asking some questions which the girl didn’t answer. But she couldn’t ask him to go away.

There was silence. A dead silence. The clock hands broke it with its second time. It was silent compulsion. The implacable circle was on the wall and ticked and ticked and ticked. With a sad look under her eyebrows Vic followed the second-hand scoured circle by circle, suppressed and was unable to say no.

‘Victoria,’ Gregory broke into the office and with rapid steps came up to the girl. ‘It’s a pleasure to see you gain… I wish it had been in the formal setting again.’

Vic raised and took his extended hand. The man slightly squeezed it and started mumbling something, but Vic didn’t listen to him.

The unexpected touch provoked the storm of unconnected pictures. In the beginning Vic saw everything like by a child’s eyes. Funny, carelessly, small problems, worthless draw the childish phycology crazy. There was a phrase “I want” blinked before her eyes. Then the world changed. It grew up, lost its colours and details. But “I want” was still there. Plus “I’ll get it” was added to it. Views of the teenager were so proud, arrogant and stupid, understanding nothing or accepting everything exactly the opposite. And the last world view was filled with the statement “there’s nothing in the world that I won’t get if I want it”. Different faces changed each other in her visions like if someone created a new level one by one in Photoshop with the transparency in 30%. Smiles were broken with tears, tears went into a wrinkled joy, eyes were being emptied, other were being filled with life sense, others sorrowfully looked through the emptiness. There were voices intently whispering in strange language. They were tender, sad, dispirited and stricken. They intermitted with each other like a carefully organized DNA threads, patterned with molecules. There were hands stretching out to embrace and warm, stroke but then those hands wanted to take away, pick up and steal…

Vic opened her eyes and saw Gregory’s face before hers with a share of surprise glanced at her.

‘What’ve you been thinking of?’ he asked with smile, letting her hands. ‘I called you, but you didn’t answer. What’s it?’

‘No,’ the girl whispered, smoothed her hair, ‘no, it’s ok. Just a slight dizziness. Ugh… I’m ready to show the project.’

Gregory smiled with his hands behind his back. Victoria was standing near the table under the pressure of his piercing glance, hiding hers. She frowned, pursed her lips obviously being nervous. The man was relaxed and kept on smiling. Being unable to stand the emotional attack the girl turned her laptop to Gregory and began to jabber her project presentation.

While she was telling the country manager said nothing. He was carefully looking at the screen, diagrams, columns and pile of unbelievably prefect sketches.

‘It’s a good idea, yes, it is.’ Gregory looked away from the black screen. ‘But I think something is missing. What do you think, Vic?’

‘What exactly is missing?’

‘You’re a designer, Vic, so you tell me what is missing.’ Gregory unnoticeably moved closer to her.

‘And as a designer I told you that it’s ok. I don’t see any gaps. If you do, then tell me and I’m ready to correct it’ Victoria quickly smiled at the man.

‘The only gap is that we need to meet in informal settings,’ the man said.

His voice was serious as it had never been before. No mock nor other hints were given. He silently looked at the girl, having turned to her and thrown back on the chair. That was the most disgusting moment when the word “no” stuck in the throat and had no chance to get out of there. It wanted so much but it couldn’t. The girl was unable to say no. How actually was she supposed to say no to the country manager?

‘No problem.’ Victoria lowered her eyes.

‘Fine.’ Gregory rose up from his chair. ‘Lidia will arrange a meeting and send the details to you. I think it’ll be the next week. Is it ok with your schedule?’

‘Yes, it is. Thank you. May I go?’

‘Sure, Victoria!’ Gregory shook her hand and came up to the doors with her.

Kharon was in the centre of Moscow, with no tiredness watched people whom he had never been interested before. In fact, he had despised and mocked them. He beguiled his pride. But it changed now. Funny things were over.

‘It’s been so difficult to find you!’ a man appeared near Kharon. ‘You smell of people totally, you have no yours own. We’re gonna lose you.’

Kharon folded his hands on the chest and pretended to be mean after he had stared at the man.

‘Does Lucifer know you to be here, Akton?’

‘No. I didn’t tell him. I don’t think he notices my absence. I’m here for little, for two hours. I’m fed up with people’s ribs and waists!’

Kharon silently smiled in reply. He couldn’t be said he was too glad to see his compatriot, but he was ok with it.

‘I wonder… Is that the truth what they gossip about behind Lucifer’s castle walls?’ Akton whispered in mystical voice.

‘What do they gossip about?’ Kharon raised up the big cup of coffee demonstratively.

‘Well… about your exile to earth. What did you do to enrage Lucifer so much?’

‘It’s just gossiping.’ Kharon was confused. ‘You shouldn’t believe in what they tell you. I’m tired of so many years work with no stop… I decided to take… vacation.’

‘A vacation?’ Akton looked at the demon suspiciously.

‘A time when you can have a rest.’ Kharon explained. ‘I studied it here. By people. They are always on their vacations when they’re tired. We didn’t even know that it was possible’

‘Did Lucifer just let you go?’

‘Not just but he did.’ Kharon smiled again. ‘How do you like people outside?’

Akton looked around. What could he say about people having glanced at them? People were beautiful. They were proportionated and well-built. They talked a lot and listened less. They thought a lot of themselves in general. They didn’t smile and they weren’t friendly actually at the first sight. Women. They wanted to be more beautiful than they were. People walked quickly. They walked on roads without looking at sides. They laughed a lot and had many cries in their minds which were firmly closed from others. Their thoughts were something personal that shouldn’t be shown to society. They got angry when someone pushed them or walked slowly before them.