Alexei lit up brightly, even under all the blood. Seemingly rejuvenated by his sister taking pity on him.
“Ah! You’re the best, thank you, my favorite sister.” He beamed, walking in and reaching to lean down and place a kiss on top of his sister’s head. Even in his desperation, he could still find time to annoy his sister.
Alexei excused himself to the shower, he went ahead and turned on the faucet for the shower. While he gave the water time to heat up, he stripped down and disposed of his soiled clothes into Stasi’s respective laundry basket. He assumed that it would all be washed again before she came back home, so it wouldn’t matter. He put himself in the shower and allowed the hot water do the work at first. Alexei liked his showers scalding hot, he liked the way it made it skin pink and itchy; it was like he was a fat python, shedding his skin after a meal. The water ran red, he could feel the skin in his face relax; no longer pulled taught from dried blood.
He used whatever products Stasi had on hand in her shower, lathering himself up with suds that were pink, and he scrubbed and rinsed until the suds plumed in white. Once he was clean, he stepped out and wrapped himself in a nearby towel before swiping his hand across the fogged mirror. He admired his face from all angles, no more blood. When he exited the bathroom, his sister was gone, and the sweats she promised were laid on her bed.
Alexei scooped them up before returned to his own room.
Polina took some time to compose herself and eventually set to actually washing herself. She helped herself to the products in Alexei’s shower, wanting nothing more than to just feel clean. Once she was done, she got out and dried off before dressing in a the shirt she had been given. The shirt was several sizes too big and she was practically drowning in it, though it made sense when she thought about how large Alexei was. Without the sweats she had been promised, she didn’t want to come out of the bathroom feeling so exposed, so she went ahead and perched on the side of the tub and idly pat her hair dry with her towel while she waited. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
When Alexei returned to the room, he listened to hear if the shower had stopped running. When he could no longer hear the shower, he knocked on the door.
Alexei cleared his throat after knocking. “Polina, I have pants.” He said from the other side of the door.
“Oh…thank you. Can you…leave them at the door? And turn around?” She asked, not wanting to further expose herself to Alexei, though he had undoubtedly seen just about everything. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Of course!” Alexei nodded, flushed and bashful, mostly because there was a pretty girl in his room. He dropped the sweats by the door before turning away and facing away from the bathroom. He closed his eyes and covered them with his hands for good measure. “All good.” He called.
Polina unlocked the door and cautiously poked her head out. She looked at Alexei and if the situation had been any different, she might have laughed at him just a little for his pink ears and covered eyes. She found the sweats on the floor just outside the door, just as promised, and she picked them up before closing the door again.
The sweats were very clearly too small for Alexei, which made Polina further believe that this truly was his family home. She assumed the sweats belonged to a family member.
She pulled on the bottoms and had to tie up the waist tight on her narrow frame, but once she was dressed, she emerged from the bathroom. She took a step onto the plush area rug in the room and rubbed her feet anxiously together below her and wrapped her arms around herself.
“I’m out.” She meekly announced. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei uncupped his palms from his eyes and turned to face her, also meekly. She looked awfully precious in his shirt, which was ginormous on her, and made her all that more endearing. His cheeks were pink, so were the tips of his eyes. He was wearing one of his own shirts, a plain white undershirt; clean and recently pressed. Along with it, he wore the pants from one of his track suit sets. They were a black athletic style pant, maybe adidas, with two white strips that went up the length of his legs.
“Uh you can sit, if you want to. Anywhere is fine, the sheets are clean.” He offered, matching her meekness with his own. Alexei was no stranger to sex, but he was a stranger to love and crushes. He’d had people in his room before, but only really for lewd reasons. This was uncharted territory, he had the most beautiful girl in his room, and she was here so he could help her. As bashful as he felt, as keen on her as he already was, he knew this deed had to come first.
Alexei stepped back, wanting to give Polina lots of space between them so she could feel safe. He found the edge of the plush rug with his own feet before plopping down without grace. He sat ‘criss cross applesauce,’ with his back hunched; attempting to look smaller and less intimidating. That would be hard though, because though the blood was washed clean from his face; he was still built like a brick shithouse. His arms were huge, each arm housing a defined and muscular bicep and rounded shoulders, that his shirt made no effort to conceal. His face was still just as sharp, though easier to read without the blood. He had sharp cheekbones and a long nose. His brows were even sharper and shaped like a bay wing, arching dramatically. He had an eyebrow piercing that was visible, a silver barbel in his left eyebrow, near the tail. In addition he had several ear piercings, hoops and bars and studs. Alexei liked pain, he liked body modification. If Polina observed closely enough, she would probably even notice the barbels under his shirt; nipple piercings. He got them done for his seventeenth birthday. Like his father, he was completely tattooed from the neck down, varying depictions of common mob symbols; different images bore on his skin as badges of honor. His whole appearance was overpowering, and yet, he shyly tugged at an earring; visibly trying to corral his thoughts.
Polina shyly made her way over to Alexei’s bed and took a hesitant perch. She sat, shoulders stiff and hands curling into the fabric of her borrowed pants at the knees. She didn’t want to outright stare at Alexei in anxious skepticism, but she couldn’t help look at him from the corner of her eyes.
He undoubtedly looked much different after his shower, less like a monster, but he still looked…intimidating.
He was big, in every sense of the word. At a glance, she was sure his biceps were was a big as her thighs. He wasn’t ugly, in fact, under different pretenses Polina may have initially thought he was handsome with the defined planes of his face and angled jaw. And then there were the tattoos…
Polina was familiar enough with the criminal underworld in the city, more specifically the crime families that plagued her community. She knew at a glance that most of the tattoos on Alexei meant he had some sort of criminal connection, just like the men who took her and her sisters.
“You're гангстер… those men who brought me to that place were too, weren’t they? Why did you help me? All those other women?” She asked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei immediately shook his head in disagreement, waving a hand too for emphasis. He wanted no association with human trafficking.
“No, we are not the same. Different organization. My family believes in protecting those who cannot do it themselves. My тетя, she’s going to get rid of those men, and the men that they work for. I’m going to help her, and I’m going to help you.” Alexei did his best to explain, brows pinched, trying to indicate how serious he was about this.
“How will you help me?” Polina asked, looking at Alexei more directly with eyes full of question. “Even if your family gets rid of those men, my papa will just borrow money from someone else and he’ll sell me again…or maybe my mama.” She frowned. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei leaned in then, even more seriously. “I can make it, so your papa doesn’t do anything to anyone ever again.” He hoped that this response was direct enough that he wouldn’t need to explain further. But he wanted to be completely transparent with Polina about his intentions. Regardless of his budding affection for her, the idea was to follow the chain as far back as it goes, and kill each person on the way up. This would mean papa too.
Polina didn’t need Alexei to explain, she understood what his words meant and though it may have made her sad to think of her papa as dead and buried before, it didn’t make her sad now. He had been the one to let those awful men take her and her sisters away, he’d brought them into their house. This would be his comeuppance.
“You won’t make my mama watch, not like what happened with that man in the hotel, please?” Polina asked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Alexei let his intense stare falter into an embarrassed grimace. He was aware of his innate brutality, he had been that way his whole life. So it felt like most of his family was mostly complacent to it, or at least they were used to it. Alexei had never been made to feel self conscious about it though. While Polina didn’t shame him for it, but in her asking, he became shamefully aware that it was scary. In the past if anyone had been scared of Alexei, he would be unbothered, because they should be scared. But he didn’t want to scare Polina, he felt embarrassed in front of the girl he liked.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t see.” He quietly agreed.
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