Not Agent Nor Soldier
A Russia/Reader Story
Chapter 2
After working ou the kinks of my plot, I finally figured out where this was going.
Hopefully having two chapters will help it out.
Had you realized you were dreaming, you would have tried to wake up.
You were a two-headed eagle, one head looking into the minds of the people, the other, into thier hearts. As you flew over Moscow, you surveyed the city's feelings and its thoughts. But try as you might, you could not understand the things they had to say; everything was in Russian.
Even the screaming that finally woke you up was in Russian.
The first thing you noticed was the last thing you ever wanted to happen.
Why were you only in your bra and underwear?
Better yet, there was a knock at the door.
"Miss _?" this new voice squeaked anxiously. "I have lunch here for you, but I can't come in until you're decent."
You looked around until you noticed the armchair in the room, with a robe thrown over the back. The robe was a frigid, icy blue color, but is was warm to the touch as you pulled it on and did up the front tightly.
"Come in." you said, equally as squeaky as the one at the door.
He was a slight and nervous brunette, but his green eyes seemed very down-to-earth.
"I'm Toris, and I hope we'll get along. Um...enjoy the food, Miss _. It's all you can have until dinner, then I have to go shopping tommorow."
You didn't recognize the food he placed on the table in front of you. It looked like a kind of stew, and it had some really soft bread rolls. The meat was tender and salty, and you ended up using the rolls to soak up the broth of the stew.
Toris looked surprised as you ate with gusto.
You looked up at his awestruck face; had no other girl eaten like that in front of him?
"If this is your cooking, we'll get along just fine!" you finally spoke up. His face broke into a shy smile.
He took up the dishes and turned to leave the room, but he looked around to face you one more time.
"I'm really glad to hear that" he nearly whispered it before he left.
As he opened the door, you could still hear shouting and screaming in Russian.
"Is all that shouting about me?" you asked, before he could shut the door.
He was nervous again.
"The master's sister... doesn't like you being here. She thinks a strange woman in the house would... damage her brothers reputation." He shuddered as he spoke.
You had a sick feeling in your guts, like you were going to spit up all that salty meat.
"The master? Who would that be?" you could almost faint again.
"I thought you knew Mr. Braginski. Why else would he bring you here? You're only staying until he can find a safe house for you, but Natalia still doesn't want you here. She'll try to kick you out, but Mr. Braginski will calm her down."
He was still smiling sweetly, but you could tell he was afraid of something uncertain.
You should have known what was going on.
Ivan Braginski was a name world famous. He was a master of technology in his Russian homeland. The creator of a daring new world. He claimed that anything was possible, and he set out to create the machines to prove it.
But if the rumors were true, there was something vile and sinister about the mastermind and his machines. Awful, whispered rumors about a genius who was also a madman.
And he had saved you. He was helping hide away from people who were possibly just like him. He was so kind to you, even loving, but did his kindness outweigh all the things you had heard?
Right then and there, you decided you would stay until he found you a place, and form an opinion for yourself. So long as you mostly stayed away from his work...
Of corse, you wouldn't completely disregard the things you had heard about the man. It paid to be carefull no matter what happened.
You would also prove to Natalia that you weren't... whatever she thought you were. That part would be hard if you kept waking up in your bra and panties, but you chose not to ask Toris about that issue just yet.
As Toris finally left, some one else had come in. You hadn't even noticed the shouting had stopped.
You didn't even flinch as Braginski took the seat opposite yours.
"I am sorry about the trouble my dear sister has attempted to cause. I am Ivan, and I hope while you are here you can relax. No harm will come to you in my home. I think I can expect to see you at dinner tonight, da?"
You hadn't realized how much you already missed his accent, but now it sounded menacing as well. You knew he was being sweet, but what was his motive?
"Thank you for all of this. You've been nothing but good to me, and you ask for nothing in return, you tried to control yourself, but you still sounded nervous.
"I expect nothing in return but equal kindness from you, Miss _. Ah, but you have already met Toris, ask him if you need anything. I hope the clothes in the wardrobe are to your liking."
You thought you saw one in the room; A pretty thing made of almost reddish wood.
"I'm sure there are plenty of beautiful things here. Um, not just the clothes... The rest of the house as well." You were sure his cheeks turned slightly pink as you said this.
He gave you a curt nod as he got up to leave, and you were unsure of what to do next. You decided to curtsy, not sure whether this was something they did in Russia.
His face really did turn red this time, and he said nothing else as he quitely shut the door.
You realized a little too late you were only wearing the robe over your panties, and had shown him a bit more of your legs than was appropriate.
"Ugh... I'm gonna have to apologize for that soon... Way to make an impression..." You thought sadly.
You started to go through the clothes in the wardrobe, hoping to find something modest...
My friend said it needed to be embarrasing. When I showed her she said it was too embarrasing and needed to be removed. I knew right then I was keeping it!
Please R+R!