Introduction 14

Prologue
Dream/Vision (3 December 1963, Moscow)

At this point Jennifer felt like she had little choice but to pretend to be who she was supposed to be. The feeling of fear subsided some in her body, but not in her mind. All I have to do is pretend to not be afraid. I have done things despite being afraid before. Hopefully whatever skills she seemed to have would hide her feeling out of place, and the fact that she was supposed to be this individual would prevent them from noticing that she was not.

To Sergey at least, she was not an enemy; she was an ally, probably a loved one as well. Unless this is all a lie. But she knew things she was not supposed to. She would just have to pay attention and remain alert.

She hoped that she would not be asked to do anything which would involve hurting people.

Jennifer breathed in and out deeply again. “Gotova.” (I am ready.)

Both of them walked back into the hallway, put on their boots, hats, and coats, and grabbed their belongings. They turned off the lights, and walked out of the front door.



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This ends the prologue, although not the dream sequence. After this I will start the story and finish this dream sequence when it comes up in the story. Chapter 1 will start when I am finished with the editing, hopefully in a month. I will have some images to put up before as well.

The prologue is posted in printable and ebook formats at https://www.patreon.com/quantumwarrior.

Introduction 13

Prologue
Dream/Vision (3 December 1963, Moscow)

Sergey took out his jacket from the closet. Meanwhile, Jennifer walked past him into the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She put her hand on the mirror, trying to fully take in who she was supposed to be.

Sergey noticed her and walked in behind her. He looked at her positioning. Jennifer had noticed him come in, although was still processing her situation as he paused to consider what he saw.

“Oy! Ty ne privykla predstavlyat' v forme svoyo gosudarstvo.” (Oh! You are not used to presenting yourself in uniform as a representative of the state.)

Jennifer turned around to face him.

“When you were young, you were taught that all of this is evil. Even if you know what you were taught is wrong, it still impacts you.” He picked up a comb. “Mozhno?” (May I?) She nodded to him. He started combing her hair. He backed off when he was done.

Sergey spoke again. “Forma tebe idyot.” (You look good in uniform.) Jennifer became uncomfortable because of the comment, something which Sergey noticed and attempted to fix. “Your uniform makes you look like a warrior, not a sexual object. We don't do that here. You know this.”

But Jennifer had trouble relaxing, for this brought up another concern. “You know how I think?”

“Sonya, I know you. I care about you. You saved my life. I don't know what I would do without you. I would never hurt you.”

She didn't know if she should believe him.

Introduction 12

Prologue
Dream/Vision (3 December 1963, Moscow)

 

Sergey walked over to the wardrobe and took out the two uniforms. He passed the female one to Jennifer. She took the uniform in hand and looked it over.

Do I really have to wear this? But she knew if she didn't he would know she was not who she was supposed to be. So she took off her dress. Seriously, though, skirts and uniforms. How do people think this is a good idea. She slowly got changed, though. I am not going to blend in in this. … Although I guess nobody should actually confuse it for something sexual. It is actually designed to be modest, not revealing. I am just too accustomed to female bodies being considered sexual objects.

How did I agree to join the KGB? How does that make sense? Although I am probably working against the US, not the dissidents. I do want to fight against capital; I know how much of a threat this ends up being. I am influenced by fictional depictions of heroism and have warrior instincts. Many people do this type of thing believing they are helping. But I know better. … What could have changed to make this possible? And what is this about my brother? … And I doubt I could do this. Assuming, of course, that I can't overcome my limitations, most of which I am sure I can. Some aspects may actually make me more aware and helpful. Maybe the physical limitations don't matter. Or were healed.

Jennifer had put on her skirt and shirt and was holding her tie when Sergey came over.

“Tebe pomoch'?” (Do you want help with that?)

“Da.” (Yes.) She handed him the tie but she still half expected him to hurt her. When he didn't, she was relieved. Right. This is a dress uniform. I probably haven't worn a tie very often. He doesn't actually expect me to understand how to deal with male fashion accessories. He took his hands away when done and handed her jacket to her.

Jennifer put on and buttoned up her jacket then picked up the rest of the outfit and followed him into the hallway.

In the kitchen he said I belong here. What, does he mean that … ? No. Probably more like I actually have a sense that these are my people, that life makes sense. … Is that even possible for me?