A biography for Aleksandr Voinovhasn’t been written yet.
“He understood it then. The potential, the utter, unbelievable freedom to be whoever existed underneath his skin.”
“Wife, to him, was someone who stood for stability, forcoming home, for dealing with all the shit he wasn’t able to deal with. For providing a real life and not this insanity.”
“You want the truth? I’ve been fucked and betrayed often enough to not trust anybody. And that includes you.” Frank shrugged. “Don’t take it personal.”“Join the club. We meet Tuesdays. We never share the location with each other, and we show up armed.”