"Dear mother," a young man dictated as he started writing out his monthly letter home. "I am doing well. America is as strange as they say and my school is, if anything, more so."
That was certainly an understatement.
He continued, "Classes are going well, though my history teacher seems to have a very different idea of what happened during the Cold War. American propaganda, mostly. Still, I make do." He paused as he shook his pen to get the ink flowing again.
"I wish I could tell you all was well here," he wrote. "But you did not raise me to be a liar. It is very difficult to be a mutant and if it were not for the influence we had, it would be harder still. Our privacy however is maintained and we have had little trouble from bigots or other fascists."
"My schoolmates are very interesting people. Many come from other countries, as I do, some from places I have not even heard of. We are all mutants here, each with our own powers and abilities. Some of them are preening and annoying, but they scarcely seem to notice that all they're doing is making themselves out to be the biggest fools on campus, and no one has seen fit to enlighten them of this fact."
"New students arrive on a fairly regular basis as more and more mutants appear. I wish we could do more for them, but not even we are able to take them all in."
"My tovarischi really like the recipe for blini you sent, so I send along their compliments. I am making a few friends here. Not many, but a few good ones, which is better than many of the other kind. I find myself missing Moskva, especially when break comes around. I admit to feeling homesick at times, but I know that this is the best place for me, especially in the climate of things back home."
"The rodina has descended into enough racial and ethnic hatred without adding in mutants." Hewrote. "Gangs of Pamyat fascists or other thugs delighting in attacking—even killing—Jews, Chechens, Caucasians, Muslims, foreign students is horrible enough. What they would do to mutants if they caught any would be…unthinkable."
"I'm sorry to have to worry you, thinking about such things, but one cannot escape it. I hope things improve for the better soon. I await your next letter. You know where to find me, here at the Massachusetts Academy."
—Love, Vladimir Sergeyevich Tubarov
A/N: Sorry for the shortness, but it's the first of a series about some new characters at the Massachusetts Academy! What? Did you think I would just add a few new characters to the Misfits or X-Men? Psyche your mind!
Misfits belong to Red Witch. X-Men and the Hellions belong to Marvel.