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The funniest part of the whole ordeal, if he had to honest with himself, was that he wasn't even ukranian and, yet, he had been trapped inside that damnable city. And he had to thank his nanites for being the ones to communicate with other evos while being there, because his Russian was even rustier than his English, and that was saying something.
He was not ukranian or an englishman so, what was he? You are surely wondering, so here let me help you, he was from another eastern European country, the very same he was heading to, Romania.
When the nanite catastrophe occurred, he'd been just starting a new job in Kiev. Thanks to an ex-teacher from his time in university, with whom he'd continued being in touch, he got recommended for a teaching position in the Department of Psychology at KNU (Taras Shevchenko National University of Kyiv). That job was supposed to be one life-changing experience… in every sense except what really happened in the end.
His academic achievements hadn't exactly prepared him for the real life experience of becoming one of the most threatening and terrifying evos of Europe.
It was only natural- he thought trying to understand the irrational and suppressed part of his mind which took over while being a monster- that the main goal of his evo-self was to get out of a city which wasn't really his. That's why, with a certain level of skepticism, he more or less understood that illogical part of his oh so logical mind.
Having come into terms with himself, applying some of the evaluation and analysis methods he'd used hundreds of times before the whole fiasco took place, he only had to forge a new plan about what to do with his life. When he still was a normal guy who simply wanted to understand the human mind and worked as an actual psychologist, he used to be pretty good at his job. At the present, he wanted to continue that line of work, perhaps he could even get to understand which part of the subconscious mind was awoken when a person got turned into an evo…
Still, he knew he first had some work to do on himself before messing up with other's psyches.
With a sigh, the nameless character waited for the next bus, he was about to cross the frontier between Ukraine and Romania, his legal papers already checked by some random guy at the immigration checkpoint. Looking at the hour on the station's watch, he sighed once again.
He was tired, and he just wanted to go home.
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Suddenly I have an idea about where this is all going... couldn't resist to make up this life, I know at the image he seems younger than how I'm portraying him, let's think he has around 24/25 years old and we're all happy.
(And yeah, psychology, it was that or human resources, and I liked the logical no-longer-Noface trying to understand the Noface part of him)
Another thing, he's Romanian because I figured he could be, his skin, eyes, hair... he wasn't a picture perfect ukranian, not at all... I guess he could 've been french (or any other nationality) for the cero information they give about him, but it's my story and I have a soft spot for Romania so... try to roll with it hehe
I think that's all... reviews are welcome! Thanks YellowAngela for being such a dearie! :)
