WILL IT HURT?
by MATTHEW G. REES
‘Apocalyptic inscriptions swirled in the valleys of ears, zodiac signs showed themselves inside peeled-back cheeks and lips. Eyes inked on the tops of eyelids made it seem as if their owners must never sleep, and hands reached alarmingly from the crevasses of arses. Bizarre miniature busts of Lenin and Marx, meanwhile, adorned proud pink nipples: the owners’ chest hairs groomed into whiskers and beards. The domes of St Basil’s hung on some guy’s balls. I love Russia his shaved groin proclaimed.
‘So, do you want a tattoo?’ the man asked.
A NEW MOSCOW STORY BY THE AUTHOR OF ‘THE TIP’