Out was raining with more strong but it he didn’t know. He slept placidly. The room of that hotel was perfect to travel through the time and  stop directly in total average age. The bed had a very high canopy, that in a normal house would rub the ceiling, but in that flaming room  had been impossible; the ceiling was very high. The bed was much more wide of usual  and red bedspread was very similar with the fine silk curtains of the canopy. These had been thrown.
        A carpet of the same color dozed on the feet of the right bed in front of the chimney. This one sent small orange reflections through the delicate curtains. The cold that could be leaked by the windows, was appeased by the smooth fire of the chimney. It was not very great neither intense but sufficient for that the atmosphere was warm and he could sleep without clothes in the bed. The furniture was carved and shone with glamour in the stay. In the bottom of the room a divan gave to the place a serious and elegant air.
        He took a shower and he watched  seen for a while the television, but the dream appeared soon and that made lie down him early. Evgeny Plushenko slept placidly in the center of the bed. He had the open mouth slightly and once in a while he murmured some another word aloud. Without knowing why he awoke slowly. The luminous clock of the bedside table indicated that was the 3.30 am. He had been a sleepy. A dream about his childhood, of when he was happy and he ran free without worrying about anything. He dreamt that they waited for  him,  was something strange, as if the dream still was floating in the atmosphere... Suddenly he saw her:
         He had to put the sight more permanently to see that figure in the bottom of the room, through the curtains. She didn’t move but she watched him fixedly. Without interchanging  words he gotten up in the bed for to see better. She began to walk towards to him. She wore a beautiful black nightgown very long to her feet. Her reddish hair arrived to her until the end of the back. It took on fire and floated around her while she walked.
        She stopped in a side of the bed. The only one fine veil of the bed separated her of Evgeny. Both remained watching the other without words. Continuing with the sacred silence, she separated the smooth curtain that separated them and she directly watched him to his eyes. His blue eyes looked expectant  the greenish eyes of her. Separating the curtain absolutely, she was put of knees in the bed and without thinking more went  direct to his lips. Evgeny was laid lazy in the bed, accepted the sensual kiss of that mysterious girl. The lips of him tasted to one exotic mixture of spirits and vanilla. Interrupting the kiss, she pushed Evgeny with gentleness  for to lie down again, she put on him. Watching fixedly to his eyes she began to caress the chest of him with expert hands. She began to draw up a delicate circle with the nail around his nipple. It  reacted right away. Separating the glance from him, she threw her body towards him for to caressing his nipple with her tongue. Evgeny sent an small moan. That caused that she moved her tongue with greater dynamism and caressed with more passion the excited nipple of him.  Evgeny wanted to kiss her. He had to kiss her! Their hands summoned up life suddenly and took hold with firmness the head of her, coming near to his lips. She kissed him with more passion than before and he made deepen that kiss going deep his language in her. His fingers caressed the cheek delicately. He was gotten up being seated in the bed. Now they watched face to face. The brace of her nightgown  fell a few and Evgeny had a pretext to take off. As if he had between the  hands something of a incalculable value, Evgeny let slide the nightgown by the body of her until it finish in her waist.
         The smooth sparkles of the chimney gave to her skin a color almost magic. He was more fall in love with her. Giving a delicate kiss in her mouth, he arrived until her neck where he kissed with passion and charisma. She had her body tightened to him and she caressed his hair distractly interlacing it with her fingers. Evgeny continued lowering by that tempting body. She had to lie down her body so  he could comfortably kiss her breasts, first with calm and sweetness, savoring each millimeter of her skin, soon with anxiety and uneasiness. He was beginning to feel things that never before had felt.
        The breathing of the pair was accentuated more and more and the kisses and bites from him were doing damage in the mind of her. With a hand he caressed the breast that was free and played with her nipple with an innate tenderness in him. The mysterious girl couldn’t  avoid to approach more and more, so almost they were only one. There were no place for the air between they. Separating his lips from her breasts he embraced her and he watched her very close. Their lips almost were touched. He watched her as trying to record her face in his memory.
        Evgeny was gotten up of the bed with her legs crossed in his back and lay down in the bed now he upon her. He was lowering slowly from her neck giving smooth kisses in rows to reaching the navel of her. Stopping  there could be a sin so he continued kissing her much more down.
        The sound of the clock was indicating the arrival of a new hour, that caused that the pair watched towards the bedside table. Evgeny got up a little in the bed. He gave a paternal kiss in her forehead  and she was dragged  with him outside the bed. Taking her in his arms she was deposited  with gentleness in the middle of the beautiful carpet. There he leaved her for a seconds while he was to the bed and took away the bedspread. He became his sight and saw that she watched him from the floor. She glanced that beautiful naked body, caressing him with her eyes. She watched his face and she did a graceful grimace and he knew  what she means; He opened the drawer of the bedside table and removed a preservative. With both things Evgeny returned to her side and lay down with her in the carpet covering both with the bedspread. She received him with a warm kiss of welcome, as if he had taken forever in returning or as if in those little twenty seconds  had been longest of all her life.
        She approached him to her body much more, being Evgeny upon her. Plushenko separated enough to put the preservative. She helped Him. Once position, she surrounded to him with her legs and he with a dominate absolute verified what was to be within her. In the single room only the sound of the flames in the chimney was heard and the smooth  moans of them. The rhythm of their bodies was rising with the kisses and the caresses. The love appeared in each movement and each glance of complicity. The nails of her nailed without force in the shoulder of him, but that seemed to him a sweet torture.
Together they reached stars without stop of to look at each other. It was as if always it had been thus, as if they were always had been looking for, as if they had always known it. Drunk of love and completely exhausted Evgeny dropped his body next to one of  that mysterious girl. She retained him between her arms and she still embraced him with more strong so close. Who was she?
        He was remaining slept slowly but he didn’t  want to fall asleep. He didn’t  want to let feel that magical sensation to have her between his arms... but he fell asleep.
        The morning arrived implacable. Evgeny woke up suddenly and he found himself in the bed. He got up abruptly and he looked for her in all places, but she wasn’t . There weren’t  signs of  passion in the carpet, the bedspread was doubled on the bed and the preservative was closed in the drawer. Perhaps he had dreamed  everything? It couldn’t  be...Was so real! Rising with sadness, he couldn’t  think that everything that he felt and everything that he remembered the previous night  had been a dream... The life couldn’t  do that to him. She was the girl of his life. He was sure.
He opened the faucet and washed his face. When he closed the eyes thousands of imagines came back to his mind. He could still feeling the tact of her skin, to smell the aroma of her hair, to savor her lips...
        With sadness thinking that all was a chimera, he closed the faucet and dry off his face. Just in the same moment that he return to the single room, he saw something in the mirror. He stopped his steps and watch: He had the signal of her nails in his right shoulder. He mouth was curved in an adorable grimace... He knew that it had not been a dream and also he knew that he would return to find her someday. There are things that are remembering always.