A beautiful slender girl, about thirty years old, stood in the middle of the room in front of a huge mirror and peered into it dumbfounded, as if she had seen it for the first time. But for the first time she saw not the mirror itself, but what was reflected in it.

- Paragraph! she burst out involuntarily. - That's a complete paragraph!

"Mountain" closed his eyes and gave himself the installation: "Calm, only calm", shook his head and opened his eyes - the same pretty girl was looking at him. "Is he really HER?"

- I am now ... a woman?! - with horror asked "George" and rolled his eyes, in another attempt to faint.

- What a fool he was, he remained so! the witch frowned. - Not a woman, but a girl, and a beautiful one. It would be better to say thank you. By the way, I tried really hard! Wow, what a doll!

- Thanks?! You are crazy! Come on, take me back, witch! - the "chrysalis" jumped up to the grandmother and began to shake like a pear, but she remained imperturbable

"Fifty more," she replied with a smirk.

- What's fifty? - Tumanov did not immediately understand, but he stopped shaking.

“Fifty more euros,” the witch repeated brazenly and giggled disgustingly.

From these words and unprecedented impudence, the eyes of the "newly made" girl became even larger.

- Are you kidding? she screamed, almost hysterical.

- Why are you so stupid! - and the grandmother poked him in the forehead with her crooked finger. I wonder how you lived to your age.

"Mist" rubbed his forehead, Claudia's fingers were like iron.

- You decide on your desires - first "hide", now "return back"!

- Hide, but not so dramatically! - the subject did not retreat.

“Even I heard about your exploits,” she continued calmly, ignoring the claims, making significant pauses, giving “George” the opportunity to feel the seriousness of the situation. - A girl came to me today. Your friend... a close friend. She also prayed for help. She spoke about you. And, believe me, she did not ask for gingerbread at all for you. What are you staring at me for? Still don't understand? She wanted you to die! Why, ohalnik, have you spoiled all the girls in the district?! - and the grandmother again drove hard on her forehead.

- What a Girl? - trying to understand the essence of the conversation under the pressure of the bitchy old woman, "Mists" asked again.

- Karina, remember this one?

- BUT...

“Ah…” Claudia teased. “Do you think the elders and their ostentatious anger is your only problem?” This is not a problem, these are flowers, but berries ... Karina asked to take her to the hunter. Well? Claudia glared at her interlocutor. - Think fast! - and again cracked him on the forehead.

- Stop fighting, - "Mountain" jumped back, rubbing his bruised forehead. - I'm not afraid of any hunters, all this is nonsense!

- Really with appearance I and brains have replaced? So it seems that she’s not a blonde, - the sorceress muttered under her breath, and then went on the offensive again: - You were too careless, there were a lot of dissatisfied people and this wave reached the top, - she pointed her finger at the sky expressively. - But they turned a blind eye to your pranks. And if the hunters intervene, then the elders will simply be obliged to react and punish the culprit, otherwise the truce will come to an end, since its conditions are not respected. Keep in mind that yours will sacrifice you without hesitation, the hunters will get carte blanche and then...

Yes, I understand, I understand!

- Learn to speak - understood! Claudia smiled.

- Understood, - repeated "George" offendedly, but after taking a critical look at himself from head to toe, he again became furious. - What have you done? - was the last decent phrase he said.

And over the next few minutes, all of his obscene vocabulary poured out on the sorceress. Claudia listened in silence, imperturbable watching the ex-Mountain throwing around the room, letting him let off steam.

When he finally exhausted himself and limply sank into a chair, she answered calmly, in a tone that brooked no objections:

- So it is necessary!

- And why in a woman then? - asked the offended "Mountain", all his anger disappeared. - I'm sorry, I think I got excited, - and immediately corrected: - Got excited. Perhaps this is the only way out of this situation. But why am I reflected in the mirror?

Grandmother again raised her bony finger to strike, but the "client" dodged in time.

- This is so that the hunter does not find you, fool, - she croaked.

So am I human now?

“Man, if only…” the good witch shook her head. - It is unlikely that a person will turn out like such cattle.

What? - "Mountain" was even more offended, and the girl in the mirror became so offended-sweet.

"It's just a human shell," Claudia explained. - Although, everything is possible ... - she added quietly, more for herself, and scratched her head thoughtfully. - You should think of a name, baby.

- Yes, - "George" looked at himself in the mirror and liked himself more and more. - Maybe - Ira? With a flirtatious gesture, he straightened his hair.

“Heh heh heh,” the witch either laughed or croaked. - Young lady, you quickly get used to the role.

- And what's that? - "Mountain" lifted his leg and stared at the shoes in surprise.

- These are hairpins, - the grandmother was even more amused. - So to say a present from our company! Bonus!

- Paragraph! - the "client" was indignant - Where are my shoes for 300 euros?

- Your skis of 45-gauge would not be kept on this miniature leg, - Claudia was bursting with laughter.

- It's not even possible to stand on this one, - "he", staggering, tried to walk.

- Learn, you will have to run for a long time in this. And run in the full (literal) sense of the word.

"Mountain" continued to stand in confusion in the middle of the room, still peering at the reflection in the mirror.

The witch, having decided that the audience was over, began to push the newly-made lady to the exit:

- You got what you wanted, and now do not bother me with work. I have a new client coming soon.

- Wait, how can I turn back into a man? Is this all for the long haul?

- You're too curious for a man! Everything depends on you!

- What is it like?

- Don't ask too many questions!

So, how do I...

- I'll find you later! - with these words, Claudia pushed him out the door and slammed the door, making it ambiguously clear that the conversation was over.

"Mountain" looked at himself skeptically: a beautiful woman in a man's suit and stilettos... "Hmmm... Well, where to go now in such an outfit?..." And the only thing that came to his mind: "It is an urgent drink, and then on my sober head from such fart monocles and the roof can be demolished! Urgently to the bar, correct my shaken psyche!"

As he was in his expensive suit, which now hung on him, as if on a hanger, and on high heels, donated by a witty grandmother, he went out into the street. I looked around for the right place. Fortunately, the area was noisy, and they came across at every step. Seeing something suitable, he went there with a not quite confident gait. "Paragraph! How can you even move on from this?"

Entering the room, he immediately went to the bar. There were few people, which is not surprising for daylight hours.

I sat in silence for a few minutes, contemplating what to order. "You also need to come up with something with the name! Ira - not that! Katya? Lena? Marina? Okay, now I'll hit the whiskey and, you see, something will come up."

Being a vampire, he had long ceased to feel the taste of booze and did it purely out of habit, and also for cover. For some reason, stupid hunters think that vampires don’t drink anything but blood, but he learned to drink, and with this simple trick he confused them and so relieved himself of suspicion, moving away from danger.

“Give me something to drink,” he said to the bartender who came up.

- What do you want? he asked helpfully. - Cocktail, martini, wine?

"Mountain" looked at him in bewilderment - usually he was offered whiskey, cognac, vodka.

- Give me something decent.

- Try this cocktail, - the bartender looked at him strangely, smiling mysteriously.

"Faggot", - thought "George", but took the drink.

As soon as he had a drink, he almost groaned with pleasure. It's been so long since he's had a taste. It was heavenly pleasure, better than sex... Although... He hadn't tried sex in this shell yet. And Gora was already daydreaming... "Pah, you! I'm a woman now! Wow, an old hag! It was necessary to arrange such a dirty trick!" - dreams of sex immediately vanished like a morning mist.

- Mmmmm... What's the name of this one? - "he" asked the bartender, pointing with his finger at a thin glass with a pleasant soft emerald liquid.

- It's a Margarita cocktail. It's made with tequila...

- Exactly! - "Mountain" even jumped, not allowing the bartender to finish. - Well done, bro! Of course Margaret! he exclaimed, confusing him.

"What you need! I'll be Margarita! With?! Margarita - beautiful! Only too long ... Margo! That's it!" Having decided on the name, he began to get used to the role and slowly sipped a cocktail through a straw.