Ravil
RavilA week later, I watch Lucy slice through the water, her body lit only by moonlight. She’s spectacular—a clear, concise, strong swimmer. I imagine she swims the same way she does everything. With attention to detail and little extraneous noise.
She woke at midnight to pee and then stood at the great window staring out at the moon and the water. When I asked if she wanted to bathe in the moonlight, she said yes. She didn’t even bother with a swimsuit, which means I’m now harder than stone watching her. After exactly ten laps, she swims to the edge where I sit with my feet in the pool.
Water droplets run down her smooth porcelain skin. “Ravil?”
“Da?”
Da“How did you get into the bratva?”
I dip my hand in the water to cup her heavy breast. “The bratva found me on the streets of
