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“Without details,” she said firmly.
“What a pity, otherwise I would tell... Well, if without details, every night she had dreams about a man who would become her destiny. It's simple. We accidentally push her to the door of his apartment (and by the way, she already believes in these dreams). Leave the door open. And it's cold outside. And the roommate kicked her out. And here’s an open apartment. She enters... And what?”
“What?”
“Are you pretending or really stupid?
“On what basis do you insult me?”
“And why have I even got you into it? Without you, I think, everything would be faster and easier.”
“You’ve said before that you couldn’t do this on you own. Explain it to me. Come on, please!..”
“It’s clear as day! She sees him, remembers her dreams. Falls in love. And he, wandering around the apartment, realizes that she can see him. Thus, she loves him. And he also falls in love with her. And then Mendelssohn’s March. And yay! The mission is completed. Both yours and mine. Well, what do you think?..”
“How will they fall in love? Is it really that simple?”
“Falling in love? Yes, pretty simple and fast. Yet, even so realistic that it’s often confused with a true love.”
“They’re different?”
“Like day and night. Being in love is a derivative of interest, enthusiasm, gratitude, thirst satisfaction, escape from the fear of loneliness, the impossibility of being without the other. True love is self-sufficient. But affection is enough because the confidence that it is love, will override the lack of real feelings. It happens in almost all earthly marriages. And they even manage to keep this confidence in themselves for years, or even decades.”
“What about that march?” Mary frowned, trying to catch from her memory the elusive flashback of the previous missions.
“Wedding.”
“But he has to die according to our mission. It’s not fair to him.”
“He’ll be happy till the last moment…” Michael shrugged his shoulders.
Regret glimpsed in his eyes. Masha couldn’t figure out what exactly her forced partner regretted.
“And all these in twenty one day?” She asked. “Are you out of your mind?! It's impossible!”
“It took you only three days to get attached to me,” the imp replied simply.
“You are!.. You!..”
“Um?”
“You're as vain as a peacock!” She blurted out, folding her arms over her chest and turning away.
“Sounds fu
y. So it turns out you don’t even know how to swear. Well, what should I do with you like this?”
“What do you mean?!” She turned suddenly. “What does it mean – what should you do with me?!”
“Why are you so skittish, huh?”
“When do we start the plan execution?” She asked in a conspiratorial tone, getting of the subject dangerous for her. And what if he was up to give her to the superiors?
“Yesterday...” He whispered in the same conspiratorial tone, leaning toward her and then laughed.
“But yesterday has already…” She began, then she understood the absurdity of the words she never finished and also laughed and playfully tapped him on the shoulder with her little palm.
He suddenly stopped smiling, looking at her as if for the last time and eyed every line of her face keenly. She hadn’t noticed that and kept laughing. He smiled and got out of the chair that disappeared immediately.
“How do you do that? I tried, but it seems that on earth my abilities... left me, it became more difficult for me. Not like...at home...” She asked in surprise, having noticed that trick with a simple chair.
“Imagine what you want, and you will just get it instantly.”
“So simple?”
“Isn't it the same at your place?”
“My place? I haven’t even thought about how it works. It’s just there and that's all. Everything is different here.”
“You don’t lose anything, all your abilities haven’t gone anywhere, it’s just rules for the use are different here. So just try.”
She bit her lip, thinking and tapping her little boot on the floor. Then she smiled, shut her eyes tightly, clapped her hands in anticipation of pleasure and opened her eyes suddenly. He was shaking off the ropes discontentedly.
“Not quite successful…”