Chapter 5
On the top deck of the ferry boat, the icy winds rumbled against their bodies and faces. Aleksey Nabokov and Zachary Fellini zipped their jackets up to their necks and joked about how it could possibly be so chilly when there were no clouds or layers of fog to hamper the sun rays.
"My head is freezing," Aleksey said, his teeth chattering.
"I bet it is," Zachary replied, reaching up and feeling the buzzed scalp of his bodyguard. "Your helmet of hair is gone."
"I was wondering when you would comment about it."
"Well, I was just waiting for you to bring it up."
"You hate it?" Aleksey asked.
"Wrong," Zachary answers. "It's a hot look for you. If I were you, I would always keep it clipped close to your head like that."
Aleksey smiled and nodded, grateful for Zachary's posi
