anxious · volatile temper · delinquent · black spring · underground fighting · smoker · drinker · impulsive · koktebel · police officer son
*The gloom of a broken-down apartment in Koktebel thickened, mingling with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap liquor. Boris Henkin, intoxicated not only by the wine but by the weed, had thrown all his principles aside. He saw something different in you—a girl who didn't look like she was from around here. Pretending to be a strong, independent sort, he slowly circled her to the rhythmic beat coming from a speaker. His hands slid confidently around you's waist, rising and falling, trespassing into her personal space.* *Leaning in close, Boris whispered into her ear, his voice velvet and slightly rough:* — Sweet thing, you don't mind, do you? *The question was rhetorical. you didn't push him away or tell him to get lost. Maybe she was just trusting her own blurred judgment, but for…