GORELOV, Alexi N.

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alexi nicodemus gorelov ,

full name: alexi nicodemus gorelov
nicknames: al, lex, vasya
age: twenty-two
birthday: april 5th
education:some secondary school
occupation: unemployed
sexual orientation: heterosexual
marital status: single
current city: london, england
hometown: little russia, london, england

5 things that bug me most about the opposite sex

• the way they shy away from expressing themselves
• the dependency on what their friends think
• the lack of self-worth in the name of 'love'
• how they learn by wounds instead of words
• the unpredictability in their actions

4 things that i love about the opposite sex

• their legs
• the compassion in a good woman's eyes
• the boldness of a woman filled with emotion
• the vulnerability in the face of something unknown

3 guilty pleasures

• cigarettes
• bloody knuckles
• being 'the good one'

2 things i draw inspiration from

• old gothic literature
• the simplicity of a photo

1 person that means the most to me

• i don't know how to answer that. one one hand i would do anything for my sister, but she's not the one who needs me now. camilla is.

where are you spending the holidays?i haven't decided. my mum wants me at the house for a big family bash, but i don't know if i want to be bothered. i really don't know.
your christmas list i just want a sign. something to tell me what the fuck to do.
what are your new years resolutions?i don't have a grasp of one. it seems like some wishful thinking thing hopeless people do and i ain't hopeless.



parents: andrei gorelov x lilya gorelova (nee charvosky)

siblings:anastasia x mischa
other:kasimir, husky

conflicted. that's one word to describe my family. there's never been just one path for any of us to go down. my father had the choice of coal mining his entire life or getting his hands dirty doing something else. he chose the latter and it put some things in effect for us before we were even born. without any sworn allegiance we're all allied to the bratva. my father's a man who has made his wealth bloodletting for money - just because someone told him to - and my mother is one of those small women that always has her finger on a trigger. i guess that's where anastasia gets her spunk from. i've never once mentioned to anyone that this is what my family legacy is. that this is where the money is from. this is what my dad does for a living. that this is probably what i'll end up doing for a living if i don't find something else to hold on to. mum calls all the time, worried, fretting. sending me money i don't need because my dad only sends his love in money. accounts that i barely touch. blood money. shit i don't want. ana calls, sometimes, but she's still pissed i left them. it's been three years - she can hold a grudge. i love my family, i do, but they're a speeding train with the only destination being hell.






1. a before and after shot. compare your childhood to your current life, how did your past sculpt who you are?


when i was seven, i saw my dad beat one of his guys bloody on the back sun deck. i don't know what happened or why my dad was so outraged, but it didn't bother me. the violence didn't bother me. i didn't shiver or shake or cringe because my father's barbaric nature. he says it's because the same thing is in me, but you don't know what that means when you're that young. my mum was furious, though, i remember that. apparently they had made a pact that they would let us choose what we wanted to do and whether or not we wanted to be apart of that violent lifestyle. i still don't get it, but they were very careful after that. especially since i wasn't the only kid around anymore. my dad was real candid with me growing up and i think because of that i'm not that offended by the things that happen in the world. i think because he opened that door or me and showed me how horrible a person could be if they wanted, i made it my job to put extreme effort in the opposite. i chose not to show people the brutality that a man could present and decided that i would, instead, be the picture of levelheadedness. of course i got into a few altercations growing up, lost my temper a few times, but i never wanted to be that guy that people looked at and thought 'he's going to fly off the handle and hurt someone.' i developed a moral code about beating the shit out of people instead of doing it based off my temper like my father did. i think if i never saw how bad things could get if you let yourself be consumed by rage, i never would have taken the steps i've taken to be sure i'm never looked at like it's all i have to give. to everyone that knows me i'm the picture of a nice guy and i pride myself in that. bratva be damned.

CAILYN, LONDON, HARVEY NH