Children of the Atom: Chapter Seven

Stuart's Aleksandr's P.O.V.
I am sick of all this talk about this whole blame falling on the Russians. It is an insul which the americans put not only on the Russian Federation, but also on the entire Slavic Nations. You want a better truth, I'll tell you:

October 2012, Moscow, Russia

It was a simple ceremony in which the people of the rebublic celebrated, as it was closing towards the 100th year from the revolution from the power of the old Tsars and it was given to the people (even though it was a communist one) The 95th year was to be one which the population had never seen. For the people, it was like preparing for the olympics to be held in their city. Though unfortunately for myself, it was the month which began the revolution which my great-great-grandfather lost the throne of Russia.

Me and Preslav were there on duty no less: A spy went missing a week ago while snooping inside the russian missle base (in other words he was a terrible spy who got caught on the job). It was our job to retrieve what he was uncovering and fit the pieces of his 'disappearence'. We were much better disguised than he was because we were much more convincing to be russians than he was.

(Excuse me for not naming him, but his name was something like . . . Johnny, but he pronounced it as Jah-Nee, his right sideof his face was 'Jah', and his left 'Nee'. As a son of Janus, he has two completely different personalities depending on whic one was looking straight at you, and he always talked to himself with a rapidly shifting neck movement to change his corosponding side.)

Anyways, we had easily slipped through the crowd without detection

not done