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Research Facility [Redacted]

1950

Somewhere outside of Moscow

Have you ever felt like you were hated at your work? You ever feel like an outcast? Well, that’s how I felt. At the facility I worked at, we somehow got a hold of some documents of something called an atomic bomb… well, we were told to learn more about said bomb, so we did.

Anyways, the other scientists and I didn’t work very well together. Well, I should correct myself. All except two other scientists disliked me… because they were German. And I shouldn’t even say they disliked me. It was more… I didn’t understand what they were saying.

Anyways, the government officers told me that what I had to do was pretty much out distance the Americans in the Nuclear Arms Race. So after showing me what the Americans used upon Japan, or at least pictures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki after the blasts. It was rather impressive…

So here I am, in some facility near my home city of Moscow, unable to go home. Yes, I was unable to go home. I pretty much lived where I worked, I had my own room, which came with a bed, a small window, complete with bars, a fridge, a sink, and some plastic dishes. Oh, and the door was locked from the outside so they had to unlock the door to let me out.

Who was they? Okay, so imagine this. Imagine being at work and, as you are working, you stop to look above you. Let’s say the building you work at is large enough to accommodate this. So as you look up, there are walkways above you, complete with soldiers armed with rifles. And as you look, one stops to look at you until you get back to work.

That was my work place. Oh, and no breaks or the soldiers will take you out into the hall and beat you. Which is why today, we are missing Vladimir…

As I was working, I heard two of the German scientists bickering, though it was cut short when one of the guards began to approach. They stopped and got back to work, to which the guard simply returned to his position.

Well, in 1951, I ended up getting some water… and two guards grabbed me and dragged me all the way back into the lab before throwing me down the stairs. And one of them said, “If you take too long again, this will just keep on happening.”

Yep, I’m done with this place. It’s time for me to act. So, as I was working, one of the German scientists came up to me. He was talking to me in German, so I couldn’t understand him, but he placed a piece of paper down, to which it said one word… I would have never even considered it…

Defecting, the act of abandoning your allegiance to one side and going to another. I would be a traitor in the eyes of my home… but I needed to leave, I needed to. So, three months later, I used one of our communication devices to contact the lovely Americans. The guards were watching me… so, as I waited… well… screw it. Calling America was really stupid… maybe our computers would work?

A month later, as I was on the computer, I managed to send out a short message to the Americans. It was just a little ping, all it would say was, ‘Hello, my name is Ivan, please help.’

So I waited, working on these stupid projects… before I looked to the computer… I had to hide my tears… I got a response. It was a quick response, asking me where I was and what I did. So, I sent another message out. Unlike computers of today, we were only doing short messages, to which it would take four hours to get a response back.

My message said, ‘I am a scientist and I am currently in some science facility outside of Moscow… south of Moscow.’

And I looked to the guards, to which one of them looked right back at me, causing me to quickly look away. I acted like I was working, though pretending to work for four hours was rather dull. And then they responded.

‘Is there a way you can escape and head into the city?’

Hmm… well… I could trick the guards into thinking I was in my room...or maybe block the lock… hmm…

‘I can try… it might be a bit difficult…’

‘Is there a way we can extract you from the science facility?’

‘Well… if you don’t want any backlash hitting you, you could use some type of vehicle to get me out…’

‘Alright then, hope you don’t mind being ‘captured’ by local ‘rebels’ and taken away. These guys are ours so don’t be too afraid of them.’

‘Okay, then I’ll be waiting for these rebels.’

I waited for a month before it happened. I was in my room, sleeping, when I heard my window getting messed with. It was big enough to fit a person… but that was about it. So I looked up to see it get pulled out. And then I heard one of the men say, “Come with us, now.”

I didn’t even hesitate. But first, I grabbed a suitcase and pushed it through before climbing out myself. The ‘rebel’ rolled his eyes as he said, “We didn’t come here to pick up your clothes.”

“Those aren’t clothes, those are documents and blueprints to some nuclear warheads.” He looked like he was about to toss them off the building before he stopped. And with a smile, he says, “Alright then, we’ll take these ‘clothes’ with us.”

Are Americans always so impulsive? Meh, it was slightly entertaining. So we headed down the stairs to see one very large… “What is that thing?”

“It’s a snowmobile. Specifically, it’s called a bombardier. It can hold up to twelve people. So get in so we can leave this place behind.”

So, as we got close to it, he opened the back door, which I saw two more guys inside, before he said, “Hop in.”

So I did. The door would soon close and he would then get in the driver’s seat, to which someone was sitting next to him. Honestly, I didn’t care… I just wanted to never see that place again…

United States of America, Washington D.C

1954

When I had arrived to America, just two years ago, they asked me what my name was. I told them it was Ivan Sokolov. Well, one of the men put his hand on my shoulder and, with a chuckle, he said, “Nah, you look like a James. James “Ivan” Sokolov.”

“But… my name is-”

“I get that you don’t understand this, but to keep you safe, you have to change your name. So, James, what will it be?”

I love how my understanding of English improved because at first, everyone who spoke it sounded like they were just making nonsense with their mouth. Now that I’ve actually learned it, well… it makes more sense.

Anyways, as I was in D.C., just loving the sights, some man from the CIA approached me. Well, he took me to some coffee place and, as I sat down, he says, “I have some… um… terrible news for you.”

“And that is what exactly?”

“Your mother and brother… were executed… after you defected, they took your mother and brother into the center of Moscow and shot them both, calling them traitors…”

I didn’t respond, I was so angry… angry at the man who was telling me this, angry at my former country for killing my family… but most of all, I was angry at myself for letting this happen. If I had never defected, this would have never happened… my family would still be alive…

“Do you still… need someone to… make sense of those blueprints,” I asked him. He chuckled before he said, “Yes, yes we do.”

He knew that I wasn’t asking him if he needed help with those documents. They made sense of them the first two hours they got them. He knew I was asking if I could help make the nuclear weapons. So he said yes.

And after helping the Americans develop some rather nasty bombs, all within a ten year time span, the other scientists started to call me Dr. Death… it was not a fun name to be called…