- Well, what are you! I'll help you myself.

When the girl realized that the trick had not worked, she rushed forward, clattering her teeth. Did you expect to be scared? Samarin sighed wearily, he came close enough, but not close enough for her to reach him. The vampire desperately tried to break free, hissing, shouting curses. His patience was running out, he was tired, for these fortnight she was the fifth ...

- Your choice? - asked harshly.

Realizing that she had no choice, she pointed doomedly at the glass.

- Everything will be fine, - Samarin soothed. - Just three days and you will be able to go out into the sunlight.

He felt sorry for her. After all, it's not her fault that she became a vampire. But the culprit will answer for everything.

Today's morning call brought him closer to his cherished goal. Denis finally came out on the trail of their "parents". The girl called and, without introducing herself, gave the name and the current official place of work of the vampire. The hunter was surprised - it was a well-known advertising agency "Dolce Vita". Getting a job there was not difficult. Now it's up to the little things. To neutralize this reptile and cleanse the city from evil spirits...

***

Leaving the bar, the newly-minted Margarita stopped in indecision. "And where next? To show up for work in this form?" she chuckled sadly. - "Something will be laughter, Kholodov will remember such a perdimonocle until the end of his days. You will never wash off." No, "Mountain" decided not to deliver such pleasure to his friend.

But it is necessary to somehow exist in this skin until the passions subside. He glanced at the uncomfortable high-heeled shoes. “How do women move on from this? It’s impossible! Here’s an old witch!

There was no point in being offended by Claudia, he had long understood that the sorceress always unmistakably chooses the most correct option, albeit somewhat unexpected at times. She had the gift of foresight, and in their relationship, in spite of everything, there was a kind of warmth, very similar, if not to friendship, then to deep affection.

Therefore, he decided to trust the witch and, despite the contradictions tearing him apart, resigned himself to his fate. "Nothing - it's temporary!" reassured himself.

First you need to change clothes, do not wander around in this form. What good will they take to the psychiatric hospital? After drinking, "Mountain" became clearly better to think about. But how to dress and what? Yes, and one clothes will not be enough, he does not know at all how to behave, being a woman. What good and you can sleep. "And who in this matter can help better than another woman? Of course. Brilliant idea!" He just needs to turn to one of his girlfriends.

But subsequent events showed the groundlessness of these conclusions. All the former girls of the Mountain did not even want to listen to anything. He has already called a dozen beauties, but the most he has achieved is a polite refusal, more often he was sent on a walk with an erotic bias, that is, obscenely.

Ex-Gora scratched the back of his head, genuinely wondering why he didn't please them, that the mere mention of his name made girls so aggressive?

But still I decided that in the future it is worth trying to part with the ladies more carefully, remaining friends. But how to do it? Is it his fault that they bite into him like ticks? No, leeches are more correct, they also like to drink blood. Of course, the reason is his irresistibility and simply off-scale male charisma, but you can’t hide them.

Turning the phone in his hand, he realized that he had the only girl who could help. She is the only one who did not succumb to this very charisma and their relationship, without going into a horizontal plane, remained confidential and friendly. He didn't want to disturb her without a good reason, but he didn't seem to have any other choice.

- Girl, who do you want? '' asked a pretty blonde, shaking her curls, looking at the guest with surprise.

“Ol, I need to talk to you, this is very important,” the stranger said with a pleading voice.

- Do we know each other? She was even more surprised.

- Yes, that is, no, that is ... Ol, this concerns the Mountain, - the girl said in a whisper and looked her interlocutor in the eyes.

There was something in that look that made Olya let a strange, unfamiliar girl into her house. You can't call her anything other than strange - in a man's suit for growth, on high heels, with the smell of alcohol and madness in her eyes. "Probably, I've gone crazy too," flashed through the mind of Olga Osipova, a well-known TV presenter of a popular talk show on one of the central channels.

- Come in, just for a while, I'll have to leave soon. What's with the Mountain?

- Olchik, sit down. Everything I'm about to say will sound like nonsense, but it's true nonetheless. Please, listen, and then say whatever you think about it, - the girl said on the go, pushing Olya into the living room to the sofa.

- And why are you so well oriented in my apartment? - Osipova asked in surprise, but then she guessed: - Mountain! That's it! She asked him never to bring his women here.

- The mountain did not bring, believe me, - the girl interrupted and sat down next to him. There was silence.

- Well, are you going to talk? I have air soon, - Olya fidgeted impatiently, she did not like this lady. "And why only let her into the apartment?"

- Olchik ... - "Mists" looked into his girlfriend's eyes. Mountain is me...

Osipova first looked at the guest in surprise, and then burst out laughing:

- Yes of course. And I thought ... I was afraid that something happened to him. Gone somewhere. And he decided to change the floor, you see! Oh girl, make me laugh!

"Mountain" with a long face watched her friend:

- Ol, what are you doing? I'm serious, it's me. I am Tumanov, your friend, Mountain...

“So, girl, I don’t know why you need this, but I ask, even rather I demand, to leave my house right now, otherwise people in white coats will help you,” Olya quickly spoke, pushing the confused girl to the exit. - And I strongly recommend that you consult a specialist.

Not having time to recover from the strange reaction of his friend, "Mountain" heard the sound of the door slamming shut behind him.

- Paragraph, complete! So what's next?

Reflecting on this global issue, Tumanov almost missed the moment when Osipova left the apartment. He immediately rushed after her:

- Olchik, you must believe me!

- Girl, I don't owe you anything and please take my advice, it will be better for you, - she waved her off, going to the car.

- Olka, Olechka, it's me - the Mountain, don't you understand? I just left the sorceress, I asked her to help me get away from the Council, and she turned me into THIS! Olchik, I have no one else to go to, - "Mountain" caught up with his girlfriend and grabbed her hand.

- So, don't touch me! Osipova raised her voice. - Keep in mind, if you approach me again, I will call the police! she shouted and got into the car.

- Full paragraph! - swore "Mist", feeling that he was ready to burst into tears, and hit an invisible target in the air, then abruptly turned around and went to his car. He no longer saw how his girlfriend was watching him in the rearview mirror.

"There is too much familiarity in this stranger - gestures, intonations, manner of speaking, favorite words, even gait. It's very strange," and driven by some unexpected impulse, she got out of the car, deciding to talk to the stranger again.

- Hey, wait, what did you say? Osipova called out to the strange girl.

- Olechka, dear, I can repeat a dozen more times, if only you would believe me! I really need your help right now! Just like then, remember?

- When? Olya froze.

- Oh, I didn't forget anything. I have not forgotten how you, not knowing me at all, saved me from the hunter. When I broke into your apartment, you hid me and did not betray me even when you found out that I was a vampire. I have not forgotten how you dragged me wounded to the witch, how you nursed me for days. And then you believed me, although my story was even more implausible than it is now! Well, what else can I do? How can I prove to you that I am a Mountain?

There are facts about which only the two of them know. Gora would not have told about this, under any circumstances - neither in the heat of passion, nor even under torture.

- Mountain?! - Olya covered her mouth with her hand, the hair on her head stirred. - No need to prove anything ... Mountain! - she rushed to hug her friend, who turned so unexpectedly into a friend.

“Call me Margo now,” he breathed with relief.