BELLADORA.
Koroshaya devochka- Good girl
Alexei took a long drag from the end, held the smoke in for several seconds, and then exhaled slowly, a cloud of whiteness slightly obscuring his visage.
I knew what he smoked, remembered smelling the same cloying scent years ago when I’d caught Chris sneaking out the back with one of his friends to smoke a joint. Alexei was getting high.
I realized this was the first time I really had taken note of his tattoos, of how much of his flesh he had covered in them.
On the back of one hand he had a detailed rose inked, and on the other he wore a vicious looking skull.
The dark ink crept up as forearms, weaving around his biceps, over his shoulders, and stopped right below his thickly corded neck.
And then there was his chest, that despite all
