An 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.
"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?"
"Gosh... we need to hurry. I expect Stalin might do a once over on your room to make sure you have settled in."
"Why would he do that?"
"...To make sure no one is doing something or lying behind his back. The man is very paranoid."
[Name] nodded and shuddered. She had an hour to get her things back and make them look in place if Stalin was really going to check on her room. Having her things still in the suitcase would look very suspicious. Or would having her things in the closet like home be suspicious of being suspicious? Ugh! Now [Name] was becoming as paranoid as the dictator. She shook her head and went with Shiveov to ask around once more. Finally, they came to a rather young looking soldier. He turned around when addressed and bowed to [Name] hurriedly.
"Hello Comrade [Name]! How can I help you?"
"I seem to have lost my luggage. Comrade Leo gave it to someone when we came in, but I've no idea where it went. Do you know?"
"Ah! Come with me. I think I know where it may be found."
"Oh, great! Thank you, Comrade!"
The young soldier nodded and led [Name] and Shiveov up the staircase hurriedly. When he got up to the floor of residence, he stopped at Ivan's door and knocked before opening the door. There sat [Name's] belongings, on the bed. In fact, they looked a bit ruffled with.
"It... it looks like someone went through them...?" Shiveov tilted his head.
"Leo would do anything to see a woman's panties, it was probably him being gross. I'll take it to my room and get my stuff out. Thank you, young soldier!"
"Please, call me Luneth! That is my name after all."
"Very well then, Luneth. Nice to meet you!"
[Name] gave him a half bow before hurrying to her room with her baggage, leaving Luneth and Shiveov in Ivan's room. Shiveov knew the panic that must have been going through [Name] and didn't mind that she sped off without so much as telling them goodbye. He shook his head with a small grin and walked with Luneth back downstairs. Meanwhile, in [Name's] room, she shut the door quietly and lifted her things onto her bed. Shiveov was all too right about his observation - someone had gone through her things. She carefully opened her suitcase, half expecting a chemical bomb to explode. What she found instead was a note. It was in English, and handwritten. The note read -
'Dear [Name], if you are reading this, then I see you do not follow directions very well. I instructed you to tell me if your luggage was missing. Had you have, the officer to bring your luggage would have removed the note. But you found it - on your own or with help, I do not know nor care. I almost like that about you, unafraid to go against orders for the preservation or your fellow humans. ...Almost. I am watching you, [Name]. -Best regards, Stalin.'
"Oh... my God..." [Name] uttered.
So it was a set up! She was being tested and she hadn't been there for two hours. She growled and glared at the note. How could Stalin know she'd gotten the note? Oh... of course, he would ask her if her belongings were in her room. And since he rigged it, he would know if she was lying. What would be better - telling the truth, or blatantly lying? [Name] clutched the note and zipped her luggage. Stalin didn't say she couldn't be early after all.
[Name] opened the door and shut the door without seeing it closed carefully. The loud closing made the leader look up. He noticed her and then the piece of paper - he grinned, as if this were some sort of game. Of course, to him, it probably was.
"What is this?" She asked, her tone neutral.
"It appears to be a note. The penmanship is rather fine, if I do say so myself."
"Why did you do that?" [Name] asked.
"It was a test, as the note read. Evidently, you did not pass. You could have saved yourself an hour by just asking. No one would have been killed."
"This time! What about the next time something actually does go wrong?!"
"There is no room for incompetence in my Union! That includes you. Even if you are Ivan's wife - we can find him another wife."
"You won't get me so easily, Stalin." [Name] hissed.
"You are not like him... you are not immortal."
Truth be told, [Name] was immortal. It was the doing of her marriage with Ivan. When they got married, Ivan underwent a magical procedure by Arthur that allowed him to take the tiniest slither of Ivan's soul and exchange it with a piece of [Name's] soul. The immortal coding in Ivan's well overrode [Name's] mortal coding and thus she became just like him. If, for some reason something were to ever happen to Ivan, she would be the next personification of Russia. Despite being apart of it, Ivan, [Name], nor Arthur knew all the details, but they simply knew of it's effects. This was something [Name] chose to keep secret to Stalin. It would come in handy sometime. But despite being immortal, [Name] didn't really want to get shot, and thus she made herself pull on her reins a little.
"I'm not immortal, but I'm not going to waste a life for luggage." [Name] replied.
"Next time, you'd better, or else it'll be your life you're wasting." Stalin growled.
After staring one another down for what seemed like hours, [Name] finally dropped the issue. She took the note and threw it in his trash can, sitting down in front of him.
"...What are my duties, Stalin?"
"I am glad that you asked, Comrade [Name]. You will be in charge of helping around the Kremlin - various odd jobs. And then, when the military regiment gets back from their rifle training, you will be training them. I was going to say in mostly sword combat, but I think you are good enough to do actual rifles and such, yes?"
"Good! Excellent. Then, you shall train the 24th army. They are fresh from the reserves and know almost nothing about war."
"I can work with beginners." [Name] replied.
"But can you train them in one week?"
[Name] gasped. One week?! Stalin couldn't be serious.
"Y-you plan to send them to war after my week is over?!"
"There is no time to waste. The Eastern Front is very dangerous. I need men there now."
"B-but... a week! A week is not... enough time!"
"I suggest you make it enough time."
"And how do you expect me to do that?!" [Name] snapped.
"You are the great Ivan Braginsky's wife. I have no doubt that you were just as great. Otherwise... the question begs to why he would wed you."
"Maybe people wed because they love one another and not for practicality."
"And maybe the Nazis are not knocking on my front door demanding entry! Enough of this. You have been given your orders. I want them followed through with no trouble. Oh, I nearly forgot. You will also take Ivan's place in accompanying me to meetings."
"Shouldn't you have a native Russian speaker accompany you?"
"That... would make it all too easy for you, would it not? Here - I will throw in a translator for you."
"You're too fucking kind." [Name] hissed.
"Go to the kitchen downstairs first. They may need some help with tidying up. Keep yourself busy until the members arrive to be trained... Comrade [Name]."
[Name], with a glare, turned around and walked from his office seething with rage. How had Ivan managed to not kill him already? The nation must have had the patience of a saint. Or perhaps throwing himself into further turmoil without a leader yet again would be too much. She just sighed and headed downstairs, beginning her first day on the job...
there is a bit of strong language in this one... at the bottom... but tbh... i imagine most people reading these stories are grown enough so i dont tag unless absolutely needed.
YES here is the third chapter B)c
stalin continues to be an asshole, just as he would irl, and the reader aka you keeps having to put up with his shit...
originally the reader wasnt going to be immortal but later on that comes in handy so. whoop there it is.
next chapter coming out soon! pls fave / comment if u liked it.
obvs i dont own ivan, or stalin. but really. his own dad didnt want him. so.
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