The Russian leaned in to look, "Very... cool." He chuckled. "Eat eas nice dat your ink tells stories. Not many do. Some, but many kids now days just get because eat 'looks cool'. And you have unique story to tell. Vich eas even better." Vasily did respect that. To mark up your body for life, it should mean something. Even if his own were criminal tattoos, they meant something... and they meant something to him.
He felt his heart beat quicken ever so slightly, thankfully he'd learned long ago to keep his emotions and nerves in check... you didn't become a good killer if you didn't. But he was in uncharted waters a bit and took a risk. "Eat vould be nice eaf von day maybe, I could hear more stories..."