Athenais looked something like a character from an Oriental fairy tale. She looked like an angel, but she reeked of the luxury of exotic palaces, golden deserts, and magical oases.
It seems that in fairy tales, the beautiful djinn are usually called peri.
Athenais Nikita addressed her by name.
She grinned as if he were calling someone who didnt exist, and suddenly she beckoned him toward her, into the darkness of the room painted with hieroglyphics. As if he could walk through a computer screen and get straight to her!
Living people are rare here, Athenais suddenly admitted. Its a very desolate place around here.
Dont tell me youre in the Valley of the Kings, surrounded by the Sahara.
After all, a room with walls painted with hieroglyphs could be the inside of a pyramid. Few actors or archaeologists could have been stranded in the desert by unforeseen circumstances.
Im not far from Moscow. You could say, in the far suburbs of Moscow. But there are no dacha plots here, just wastelands all around.
Can I get to you by train?
No, the railway line is too far. But sometimes I hear trains rumbling on the tracks.
So its not too far. Otherwise you wouldnt hear it.
I have better hearing than people.
There she goes again, flaunting her oddities! How hard it is to communicate with actresses!
So youre an angel? Looking at her, it was hard not to believe it. Even Athenais skin was as delicate as lily petals. Only angels could have such delicate skin.
Nikita smiled at her through the chat. A smile helps smooth out any awkwardness.
Dont get excited! Angels really are creepy creatures.
There was someone behind Athenais back. Or was that her wing moving? Nikita squinted, trying to see. He needed to get up from the table and light the chandelier. Then it would be brighter and he could see it. Only by the time he reaches the switch, Athenais will have left the video chat. Shes nervous enough as it is, like shes going to end the dialogue.
Swipe your finger across the screen, Nikita guessed to ask.
Why? Athenais was surprised.
Just do as I ask.
She leaned over and traced some kind of hieroglyph on the screen with her finger.
Shall I wave my hand at you too?
Dont do that! Ive already made sure the video of you wasnt pre-recorded. Otherwise you wouldnt have fulfilled my request.
Are all Moscow guys so suspicious?
Are all angels so mysterious?
Nikita could have admitted to the fact that hed already picked up a few jokes in the chat room, but it wasnt comfortable. Athenais was looking at him with serious, wise eyes that changed color every minute. She must have special color lenses with a chameleon effect.
Youre alive! You didnt die in the terrorist attack! Im glad.
What if youre glad for nothing?
Athenais waved her hand, which was studded with fancy rings.
Good night!
But it would soon be morning.
But Athénais had already passed out, moving her winged shoulder smoothly one last time, as if in flight. The chat went out, but the feeling that the angel was still around remained.
Demons come along with the angel
Nikita dreamt of a golden winged statue, devoutly worshipped by priests in scarlet robes. It stands on a pedestal in the center of a stone hall, and the crowds of idolaters around it somehow resemble modern fans. Nevertheless, they do not behave in a modern way. They fall down in front of it, they bow down, even smash their foreheads on the stone floor. Only people from ancient times can worship a deity in such a way, so why does he associate the ancient statue of the goddess with a modern movie star, and the priests with her fans? Is he going crazy? Or is it impossible to go crazy in a dream? After all, it is a dream!
Nevertheless, the feeling in the dream is so realistic, as if the dream is happening in reality. It seems that if you stretch out your hand, you will touch the golden goddess. The statue shines like the sun. It hurts his eyes.
Nikita has the feeling that he is inside a movie, not a dream. Its unaccustomed, like a movie set, but there are no cameras around. The priests are beating their bows, surrounding the statue. And suddenly the statue comes to life, steps down from the pedestal, tearing apart the people who were brought to sacrifice to her. The goddess is not an idol, but a living being.
The dream ended abruptly. Nikita was disappointed to see the dirty ceiling of his apartment instead of the magnificent vaults of the ancient temple he had dreamed of. He wanted to go back to the land of dreams. The dream ended just as the deitys golden fingers reached for his own throat. Nikita didnt even realize who he was in the dream: a victim, a priest, or a bystander.
For the first time he had the feeling that he was watching a dream, as if it were a movie.
The apartment was empty. His mother would not return from her business trip for a long time. She rarely called, so as not to waste long-distance calls. His father had started a new family long ago, but at least he was paying his sons education bills. And thats good.
But the bills from Moscow Power Supply Company would have to be paid he. The months debt would probably turn out to be considerable. The computer was on all night, waiting for another chat with an angel.
Nikita woke up to find that he had forgotten to turn off his computer, and it had been on all night. He wished it had not broken down altogether. He certainly did not have enough money for a new computer this semester.
Actually, the computer was needed to type essays and term papers, but it was not used for its intended purpose. Why write a term paper when you can chat.
There was a real angel in the chat room. Athenais is an angel. Just as religious people wait for divine visions, Nikita waited for a chat with her.
How nice it would be if she were really winged and could fly to him right now, knocking on his apartment window. He lived so high up that only an angel could reach his window.
Nearby, the wings rustled. This is no longer a dream! Someone winged nearby, and not in the window, but right in the apartment.
Athenais! Nikita lifted his head from the pillow and groaned. Someones creepy shadow rushed across the room. A floor lamp fell and went out. Someone was treading on the carpet quietly, like a cat.
Whos there?
The question must have sounded silly. Who could break into a locked apartment? He just seems to. Athenais movies gave him an imagination.
The familiar scraping sound reached his ears again. That was the sound of claws scraping against concrete walls.
Nikita tried to see something in the darkness. He should have kept the curtains drawn. Then the glare from the lanterns and the neighbors glowing windows would have been enough to see who was in the room.
Nikita didnt believe in ghosts. Besides, there was no room for a ghost in a cramped Moscow apartment. The room barely had room for a sofa and a closet. The guest would have nowhere to go.
Probably, the guest decided so, because he suddenly sank down on the couch. Nikita shuddered, he could not breathe. Someone heavy covered him with his body. Someones claws squeezed his throat. It would have been better if they had left their fingerprints on the furniture, the refrigerator, and the plywood walls, just like before. The walls would take the damage, but a mans throat was so easy to cut.
Probably, the guest decided so, because he suddenly sank down on the couch. Nikita shuddered, he could not breathe. Someone heavy covered him with his body. Someones claws squeezed his throat. It would have been better if they had left their fingerprints on the furniture, the refrigerator, and the plywood walls, just like before. The walls would take the damage, but a mans throat was so easy to cut.
What do you want? A helpless croak came from Nikitas lips instead of words.
The creature, nestled imposingly on top of him, descended as if from the ceiling. It was heavy, clawed, and seemingly winged. Something like wings fluttered precisely behind its back.
Something crumbled on Nikitas cheek. It tasted like ash! Where would ashes come from in a room with no candles, no matches and no lighters? Its not like an old palace with a fireplace and something was burnt recently. The ashes must have fallen from an unknown creature.
The computer screen, long ago switched to economy mode, suddenly lit up, as if someone had moved the mouse. In the glare from the glowing screen, Nikita saw a hunchbacked or winged creature pressed against the sofa.
It was a demon with wings, burnt and crumbling with ash. At least, thats how demons are depicted in scary trial paintings and horror movies. Several more of the same creatures wandered around the room. Somehow there was enough room for them. Two of the demons sat on top of the closet, clawing at the teddy bear that had been left as a memento of their childhood. The other demons were tearing off the wallpaper with their claws, as if they were looking for something underneath it. They did not speak, only hissed. One demons claws scratched at a keyboard. It looked as if it and its companions had emerged from inside the computer.
How was it that the demons came after the angel? Nikita had been waiting for Athenais, and here they were.
Young, handsome, not burnt the demons voice suddenly hissed above him.
Could the creature really be talking?
It ran its claws across Nikitas chest, leaving holes in his pajamas.
I was like you, and then I met her, the demon whispered, leaning very low over Nikita.
Hell was breaking loose in the demons eyes. His eyes were red as coal in a furnace and creepy, but there was a modicum of intelligence in them. Somehow that was what made the demon so frightening. If he were just a monster, dumb as an animal, he wouldnt be so scary. The very fact that an ancient mind was trapped in a mutilated, burnt body was frightening.
The demons claws gripped Nikitas throat again, but for some reason they couldnt strangle him, only briefly rendering him unconscious.
Nikita woke up quickly, but the words, hoarse from the ashes, were still ringing in his ears.
I believed in angels. I fought the devil, but the devil became a movie star, and I loved him.
How strange that sounds! Nikita looked around. There was no one in the room again. The uninterrupted power unit was beeping alarmingly, which meant that the power had been cut again. He should get up and turn off the computer, but he had no strength.
Nikita felt as if he had been put through a meat grinder. There are scratches on his body, scratches on the walls and closet, too. Overall, the room looked normal without the nocturnal guests, but the scraps of gutted bear crumbled from the closet. And why would anyone want to destroy Winnie the Pooh. That, he thought, was the name of the toy when he was a kid.
The room was full of stacks of discs in plastic cases and old-fashioned videotapes. No one had touched them, and for nothing. He had nowhere to put the tapes, but it was a shame to throw them away, too. They had interesting covers on them. Even though the video player had been out of order for a long time, he kept the tapes at home as souvenirs. They are the memory of a bygone era.
His parents had gramophone-type records and players, Nikita accumulated video cassettes as a child, DVDs came to replace them, and they will probably be replaced by something in the future. What else is needed, though, if theres the Internet. Its easier to find everything on the Internet than on store shelves. You dont have to buy cassettes or disks, you just have to click the keys and youre done.
Nikita downloaded Athenais photos. He is lucky that his girlfriend is an actress. Otherwise her beautiful photos might have disappeared with the deleted account. Any Internet user can delete his account at any time, along with all his photos, but photos of the actress will stay online forever.
They can change and burn like her servants? Someone whispered in Nikitas ear. There was no one behind him, but there was the sensation of a sharp claw pulling his hair away from his ear.
He probably had wax plugs in his ears. Theyre the only reason whispers and whistles can be heard. Well have to go to the doctor.
For a moment, Nikita thought the downloaded pictures were blackening as if they were burnt.
What if shes already burnt and blackened like us? Then would you admire her so much?
Yes, I would! Nikita replied, like a lunatic, to the emptiness.
And if you find out that the contemplation of fallen angels makes people blind?
Someone laughed deafeningly above his ear. And that was it! There was no more whistling or noise in my ears. So he didnt have to go to the doctor. But that didnt save him from the demons.
Ominous hobby
Demons live in the computer? Or they live in his head?
Nikita examined the scratches on the closet and the wallpaper as carefully as if that would make them disappear. It looked like wed have to make repairs. The plaster was beginning to chip away, the telephone wires appeared to be chewed up.
Someone had spilled flour in the kitchen. Cracks appeared in his mothers china that hadnt been there before. A distillery pot, a thermos, and a set of silver spoons had disappeared. Mom will be very angry about the missing turkey. The arabesque-engraved turkey was a gift from someone important.
The salt-cellar and sugar bowl were cracked, the crystal irons were shattered, and the pots and pans were shattered, as if a giant had stepped on them.
Could it be that the devil had arranged a coven in the kitchen?
Nikita had to take up a broom and dustpan. Only after half an hour of cleaning the kitchen began to become more or less clean.
You cant let any more bad things into the apartment, or the place will turn into a garbage dump!
Cant he let anything else in? The demons didnt ask permission before entering.
Throw away the computer, then theres no place for them to come in, the thought suggested. Until you got into a chat room with an angel, there were no demons in your life, either. Where there are angels, there are demons. Its a law of being.
Throwing the computer away was a reasonable clue, but Nikita wouldnt dare do such a thing. After all, getting rid of the computer meant getting rid of contact with Athenais. You could only chat with her, after all.
Nikita hid the broom and dustpan, ignored the need to write essays, and returned to his favorite pastime watching horror movies. He had enjoyed it as a child, then he became weaned on horror, and now Athenais brought him back to his usual hobby.
How had she succeeded? Nikita naively assumed that he had grown up and would never go back to it again.
Girls do what they want with guys, he wailed, going through old cassettes and DVDs. The assortment was old-fashioned. He had bought his last CDs about seven years ago.