The Week | [Ivan x Reader] | Chapter ThreeAn hour had passed since [Name] and Shiveov had started looking for her things in the grand Kremlin, and to no avail had they found them. By now Shiveov had been told of the reason she was there as an officer and he felt bad for both Ivan and [Name]. It was a rather shitty situation they were forced into. And not being able to find her luggage was even more telling of just how bad this situation was. Stalin would have the person who misplaced them sent to the Gulags - there was no doubt about that.The Week | [Ivan x Reader] | Chapter Three by Braginskey
"What are we going to do?" [Name] sighed.
"I do not know. This is bad. Whoever misplaced them will surely..." Shiveov trailed off in favor of not thinking too deeply about the punishment.
"I know." [Name] replied, voice laced with worry. "I don't want to get anyone killed over some bags. It's just some clothing and like... one of Ivan's coats but otherwise nothing too special."
"Well.. you still have... how many hours?"
Their Story | Chapter One : Camp'I'd always wanted to ride on a Russian style train. They say this has been in use ever since World War Two. I'm not sure if it's true of not - it's just what they say. There aren't really any indications that the statement is true. It's just what I hear. But the outside of the train has been redone multiple times for fixes, that I do know. I know it because this train is on a popular track in London. Newspapers tend to pick up when a popular train has been replaced with a different train. Here I sit now, coming back from a trip to America. This train takes me back to my home - or at least close enough - and I can then take a taxi the rest of the way there. Or walk. I like to walk at night and ponder things. Night time has some sort of... surreal affect on a person that daytime seems to scare away. I'm not sure how to describe it except... mystifying.'Their Story | Chapter One : Camp by Braginskey
Thoughts like these filled the mind of Shandi Xernia, traveler and world-class detective. She'd just gotten back from handl
The Week | [Ivan x Reader] | Chapter Two[Name's] Journal - Entry 1 - Sunday, November 8th, 1941The Week | [Ivan x Reader] | Chapter Two by Braginskey
Today is the day that Ivan and I are going to be seperate for the longest time in... well, forever. I don't know how well I'll fare, but I'm a soldier, so I have to keep myself composed at all times. And calm. I'll be living in close quarters with Stalin himself. Can't say I'm honored because I know how he treats people - which reminds me, I have to hide this journal - but I digress. I don't know why I can't just simply stay in Ivan's room. I guess it really is a test how how well we both do apart. One thing I can say is that last night's affair was the softest love making I've had in awhile. A little weird to write in a journal no doubt, but it wasn't about the end goal, it was just really about being together. It was very sensual. I miss him already and he's still with me.
[Name] closed the journal as the car stopped at the Kremlin's doorsteps. Soft snowflakes fell from the sky and into the cold ground, sticking to
The Week [Ivan x Reader] | Chapter One...The Week [Ivan x Reader] | Chapter One by Braginskey
"Comrade Ivan, Comrade Stalin would like to see you in his chambers."
The man stood from his old wooden desk and put his cap on, even if he were to remove it minutes later. He cut his lamp off and heaved a sigh, shutting his door almost all the way before going down the hall to his leader's chambers. Hard military men like him were often shaken to their core while dealing with their rather insane leader and he was no exception. Though he masked his fear well, even he was afraid of what Stalin might do next. He closed his eyes and looked down in a prayer before knocking on the door.
"Comrade Stalin, it is--"
"Yes, yes. Come in, Comrade Ivan."
Ivan opened the door and shut it behind him, giving the soldiers that stood outside the door a gloomy gaze as the wooden door slowly shut and latched itself into place.
"Please, Ivan, let us drop the formalities. Loosen up, y
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