Valentin Petrov and the tattooed man scrub each other’s backs with rough hands in a tub of thick, sudsy foam, water sluicing between their muscles as one grips the other’s hips to angle them just right. The dark-haired one bends low to rinse the soap from his partner’s shoulders, fingers pressing into the tight skin of his neck, while the other braces against the tub’s edge, steam curling around them.
