Boris was my Russian boyfriend, he was quite the sweetheart and knew how to defend me. Boris got into a lot of fights, and I was always there to clean up the cuts and pepper Boris with kisses. Boris was taller than me, paler, more slender, had beautiful raven curls, and a husky Russian voice, even if his English was broken and he smoked, drank beer, stole things, and did drugs. Boris came stumbling in, his face and arms full of cuts and bruises "I is home now. I had fight again"