Being careful to not jostle Nina too much, I roll up the sleeve on my right arm to where there’s a small piece of skin that’s unmarked and hold it out for Nikolai. He’s very careful to not look surprised when I tell him to tattoo Nina’s name in Cyrillic. Without a word, he gets everything ready and starts working. It doesn’t take long before he’s finished and Nina’s name is written on my skin. I’d made her get mine. It seems only fair that I do the same.
“Thanks, Nikolai,” I tell him as he packs up his stuff. “Andrei and Ilya are out picking up women and drinking too much if you want to join them.”
He laughs and grabs his phone to text them. “I’ll definitely do that. American women are so different. They can’t get enough of the accent. All I have to do is start talking, and their panties
