“Tell me about this one, then” She touches an inscription in Cyrillic letters on his left bicep.
“What does it say? I never noticed until now, that you have a scar under it too.”
“It’s just some saying in Russian I did to cover that scar. I don’t even remember what it says anymore.” He mumbles, lost in deep thought, his mind traveling back in time. Bogrov…his first kill.
*Flashback 13 years ago*