Prisoner (Russian Tattoos Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Vladimir set up a cozy bed for me complete with toasty quilted blankets, a feather pillow, and an old, patchwork teddy bear that looked like it had been pieced together from scraps of fabric and burlap back in Soviet times. He said Boris’s wife, Anya, had made it for him when he was a boy. She sounded sweet. I wondered if I would ever get to meet her. Boris was taking the first shift and settled in next to me in an oversized chair. He turned on a reading lamp, slid on his glasses, and opened a book. “Want me to stay?” Vladimir’s eyes were droopy and he had been fighting off yawns in rapid-fire succession since dinner. “No, I’m exhausted. I’ll be asleep in two minutes. Get some rest.” “Are you sure?” I let out a long, exaggerated yawn. “Positive. Dobroy nochi. Good night.” He kissed my cheek and went to the bedroom. The second Vladimir was out of sight, Boris glared at me like he was about to gut me.
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