Now I definitely didn't want to have any relationship with her. Consciously. So I stopped listening to the conversation of the girls and wanted to leave. But something was holding me back.

«Why is she doing all this? Living with a mortal, walking in the park, sunbathing in the sun, talking about nonsense! – I continued to ponder. – He behaves like a human being, even though Maria’s letter says in black and white: 'Don't socialize with people'! But Misha ignores all the rules, except one: «Do not communicate with Fredrik Haraldson»

I was overcome with contradictory feelings: on the one hand, I had a low opinion of Misha, but at the same time, I felt sorry for her. For some reason, I was very worried about her future: she was too human, and that quality is unnatural for a vampire and goes against all vampire laws.

«All this is the influence of her mortal girlfriend: living with Misha, she surrounded her with a human aura, a human world, habits, everyday life. It is urgent to explain to the Polish fool that her actions and such a life are unnatural, and that her friendship with a mortal will turn into rivers of tears for her, although it has already resulted in her completely non-vampiric behavior» I decided firmly. – The fact that she's a vampire and drinks human blood seems to have slipped her mind.

I watched the girls until they rolled up the blanket and went away, but I continued to sit under the huge tree: I had bad luck with the weather. And why was I sitting there listening to the silly girls like an ordered spy? I had nothing of the sort in my plans: I was walking from college, taking advantage of the fact that the sun was hidden behind a white cloud for a minute, but I saw Misha and, not knowing why or why not, sat under the tree.

Since the two girlfriends had left the park, I had sat under the tree for another three hours, unable to leave my prison of fresh air. I cracked open a book and tried to read, but my attention span was non-existent. I wanted to smoke, but smoking in public places was strictly forbidden. Everyone was against me.

«Shit. I'm so screwed!» – I thought with annoyance.

My car was far away in the parking lot, and I couldn't get to it because of the goddamn bright sun, so I sat under a tree until sunset (fortunately, it was early in November) and only then was able to drive home.

And this Mary, without knowing it, got it right – I am Swede with a typical Swedish dream: a lakeside house in Scandinavia, and the Swedish national anthem as a ringtone on my phone. A typical Swede, different from other Swedes only in the fact that I have fangs and a need to drink liters of human blood.

The next afternoon, after the lectures were over, walking over to my bike, I suddenly discovered a small note printed on a printer in my coat pocket. The contents of this secret notice surprised and made me laugh: it was an invitation to take part in some sort of «Fox Hunt» and for this purpose I was to arrive at the back gate of St. Hugo's College at half-past ten in the evening, wearing a short skirt, heels, and «fox ears» on my head. There was also a pub route – mandatory stops where I would have to drink a bunch of alcoholic drinks and then run to the finish line – the last pub. Bullshit. Underneath the text was a plea not to show this note to anyone and to destroy it.

«What idiot planted this on me? Does anyone seriously expect me to show up? Nonsense, that's all!» – I thought mockingly.

Contrary to the call for absolute secrecy, I decided to show the note to Mary to laugh with her.