Russian Sleep Experiment Origin Novels & Stories

And as I smiled after seeing Irino’s reaction towards me, Mikhail and Yelena’s reaction even became unpleasant when they witnessed Irino’s tender approach towards me rather than being the most patronizing shifter in the group. “Damn. A lot of unexpected turns have just happened right now, is it the end of the world?” Mikhail jested and was immediately shushed by Svetlana when Alexei suddenly shifted in his sleep. “This one must have been very tired because of what happened last night. It was almost lunch and he was still sleeping.” “It was his first time sleeping that isn’t inside that room, so give him more time to enjoy it,” Svetlana commented before she turned to me. “I shall get back to

The fluorescent lights made the white walls seem even colder, emptier. I had spent months on this formula since I came to Russia. Endless days of testing, rewriting chemical sequences, staying up all night comparing data sheets. I had lost track of time, of meals, of sleep, all for this. And still, here I was again, hitting another wall. “Maybe I just need to rest,” I said softly. “I’ll figure it out tomorrow.” I stood up, ready to start clearing the table, my mind already half set on leaving. But then, something caught my attention, a faint blink from the corner of the monitor.

She was non-judgmental, actually listened and had a quiet dignity about her. “I am fine,” I muttered as I got out of the ice box. Apparently,ice helped to preserve my genes and improve my metabolism, so I made it a habit of coming here to sleep. The DEN had been my new home for the past few days. “You have been sleeping in the cryochamber for weeks now,” Strahovsky said as she walked in with concern written on her face. “Your vitals are perfect and you are at the utmost peak of physical and mental cognition. You should sleep on a bed.”

“You’re the successful experiment of the virus. You should have never been sick since you were a child, and you won’t be troubled by any form of cancer or illness. The results found in your body are what those people want.” Maisie’s fingertips trembled slightly. She even stared at him in disbelief. Strix told her that when the sleeper virus first appeared, it could make the infected not fall ill during the one-year incubation period—it could even fight cancer. Because of this, someone kept studying the sleeper virus and experimented with it secretly even after the incident involving the princess. Those nobles did not have the balls to use the virus on themselves, so they could only find some

“Let me guess. They sold it to the Russians.” Luca chuckled. “Bingo.” I dragged my hand over my face. “But Connor Rollins didn't die from a heart attack. This shit melted his insides.” “Because Russians resumed the experiments,” Luca explained. “I assume they might have added more substances to the initial composition. Right now it might be nothing but a fucking poison, but imagine what will happen if they succeed…” “I'd rather not,” I muttered before gulping down more than half of the glass. “Do you think you can talk to that friend of yours? Fedorov, right?” Luca gave me a wry smile. “Not accusing anyone, but that guy is on top of the Bratva's food chain. He has to know something.”

Sunlight streamed through the window. The clock on the wall read nine in the morning. I pushed myself up in bed, unable to remember a single thing. We had been conducting an experiment in the laboratory… hadn’t we? Or had I imagined it? I was clean, dressed in my favorite pajamas. What had happened? I tried to slip out from under the blanket but realized something was blocking me. Or someone. Behind me, Ruslan slept soundly, his arm carelessly draped over my waist.

This whole nightmare thing is news to me, so yeah, I’m just as surprised as you are," I said quickly, the words tumbling out too fast as I kept my eyes anywhere but on his. Dr. Roman studied me for a long, quiet moment, then gently set his pen down. "One last question," he said, his voice softening like he didn’t want to startle me. "Just so I know what to prescribe to help you rest, would you say you're a light sleeper or a deep one?" "Rest? He should try saying that to my father. I’d barely returned and already managed to turn half of Russia on its head. Not only had I been lying useless in this bed for three straight days, but he actually believed sleep was the solution to the storm I was

Not once in a million years did Dani think she would be on a plane back to Russia. It would’ve been over her dead body, and yet here she was now on a business class flight to Moscow, with Alexei quietly sleeping in the seat next to her. Come to think of it, it had been almost around the same time last year. How ironic that she would be returning to the same frigid tundra, but under completely different circumstances.

Moscow did not let you forget it, not even for a few hours of sleep. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Seven thirty in the morning. My first full day in Russia, and the weight of the mission settled over me like another layer of frost. I had spent most of the night reviewing the file in my mind: Nikolai Volkov’s known routines, the layout of the Velvet Shadow club, the faces of his closest lieutenants. Every detail mattered. One wrong step and this could end before it truly began.

The laboratories abroad would always ostracize her. At that moment, this man appeared. She used to think it was all just a dream. Initially, he gave her the idea to carry out a social experiment, which was to sabotage Anastasia and make her fat and weak without her knowledge. These were all ideas given to Rhea by the man before her. Then he disappeared into thin air as quickly and suddenly as he had appeared. Sometimes, Rhea even doubted if it was just a dream and that such a person did not exist. She used to think it was just her subconscious mind.