Most of his ink was personal, but also professional. They were meant to display a story. Sure, Bratva ink wasn't as prevalent as it used to be since kids in prison had started to get it without meaning, but those that he did have did have meaning. The only one that was just for him was the one over his heart. It dawned on him, he'd need to find a way to get a new one... for his daughter. "Ver I am from, dey are important." He explained a little. "Especially ven you have served time." He held up the back of his hand. "Ven I was put ean third time... udders knew I had bean before. Eas respect." Vasily explained, and on the outside it showed those in charge he was willing to serve time for his brothers.
Vasily tapped at the area on his chest where his sons name was written. "Da von here... Dis is da von for only me."