RUSIA-FANCLUB

    The amount of people Ivan knew was staggering, as was the amount of soldiers willing to die for him. None spoke of the scene they saw cross their paths-- a frantic Sasha, a bloodied Shiveov and a disheveled Ivan. The Marshal quickly guided Shiveov outside to the car where the previous trio of Viktor, Leo and Makar were awaiting him. Makar rushed forward when he saw Shiveov stumble from the building clutched in Ivan's arms. He looked awfully pale.        "Shiveov needs to get to the dispensary at once." Ivan sternly stated.        "I can tell. I can dress the wound--"    Ivan shook his head. "This bullet hit a vein. Dressing it won't

Seven days. Seven, short days. Ivan couldn't believe it. When he heard the news, he grew very, very pale. His mouth ran dry and his heart pounded. Seven days. Seven. The number kept replaying in his mind over and over again. He was ... paralyzed.    "But... why?" [Name] murmured to Luddy.    "In Germany we... we do not... think of Soviets as humans." The German replied.    "But I am right in front of you... and I am a human. We," she gestured to Ivan, who was still frozen in his thoughts, "are humans. I fail to understand."    "The Fuhrer... he has strange ways of thinking. But we do not question him."    "You poisoned a human being

[AN] im trying something new with my typing format for actions and speech, as well as timeskips/"meanwhile...". a really long blank space in between paragraphs is = to a "meanwhile..." thank you!        "What's that?!"    Viktor, Ivan and Leo stood outside staring into the air as two parachutes came floating from the sky. They were too high up to see at the moment, and Leo couldn't find the binoculars to get a detailed scope on the two objects. They resembled people, sorta, but it was difficult to tell. With recent things that had happened to Leningrad, Ivan wouldn't be surprised to see two Nazi soldiers parachuting down to try and take o

    "I am not going to ask you again."    "Then don't." The room was dark; she couldn't see anything around her but the bleak table and the disgusting face of her captor, Beria. He was mostly all talk and hot air, but if he decided to man up and use that gun he held, her secret would be exposed. She looked at him with a glare, trying to look around the room and judge her surroundings, but the light was only bright enough for them to see one another. Her hands were bound behind her in a very uncomfortable position, and the surrounding area was cold. The room smelt of dust and old newspaper, musty like a basement. [Name] couldn't place her s

        'Dear Ivan ... Where do I begin? I have so many emotions that it is difficult for me to get them all across in this letter which is limited by my time. Firstly I suppose I should briefly address my extreme grief for the whole Leningrad situation. I hope that Makar is okay. I know this war is hard on someone so young such as he, where as you and I both are more experienced with this type of thing. Tell Viktor to run over some of those Nazi bastards with his tank for me. Tell Leo to lead the Second Division right across the line and hammer them for me. Tell Makar to throw some grenades in my stead, and, tell yourself to fight as if I'm

AN - Contains the "R" word (no, not russia). Mentions of sexual abuse. Slight cussing. After the wild confrontation with Beria and his small but worthless crew, [Name] never ached for Ivan so badly - and it was only the first day. Shockingly, Stalin didn't send for her after all the commotion and she went about her day normally. But when she got done training her soldiers - and boy, she could have spent more time with them that day; they needed the help badly - she had Shiveov hold her plate for her and she marched right into Stalin's office. It was seven thirty at the time. As usual, she knocked on the door before entering, remembering both

((theres strong language in this one a lot...just a warning. also, mentions of sexual abuse / force)) Somewhere in a German war room, the following speech was being told from the grand Fuhrer himself to a select few of his generals regarding Russian loss and German victory:        "If I wanted to sum up the success of this campaign until now, then the number of prisoners now stands at approximately three point six million, that is, three million six hundred thousand prisoners. And please don’t tell me an English blockhead says that this has not been confirmed. If a German military officer counts something, then it is correct! There i

    "Come on, Commander!" Luddy wheezed. The dramatically long list of requests Ivan had given him to earn his trust were just... impossible. But Ivan refused to let the German off easy. He had put his partner in crime out of commission for a bit, afterall.    "Maybe if you would not have trespassed on people's property, you wouldn't be here." Ivan retorted.    "It wasn't my idea to come barging in on you!" He whined, "Please, I want to prove you can trust me, but I can't do all of these things."    "I could, [Name] could, why can't you?"    "Well, could anyone you know of lift up a Soviet truck for 5 minutes?!"    'I could.' Ivan t

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 fav

[Name's] Journal - Entry 1 - Sunday, November 8th, 1941 Today is the day that Ivan and I are going to be separate for the longest time in... well, forever. I don't know how well I'll fare, but I'm a soldier, so I have to keep myself composed at all times. And calm. I'll be living in close quarters with Stalin himself. Can't say I'm honored because I know how he treats people - which reminds me, I have to hide this journal - but I digress. I don't know why I can't just simply stay in Ivan's room. I guess it really is a test how well we both do apart. One thing I can say is that last night's affair was the softest love making I've had in awhil