The Russian Sleep Experiment Novels & Stories

I ask, curious. "Nothing special. Nitrous oxide. And when she fell asleep, I sprayed a bit more directly on her face. Still, I think she slipped into a deep sleep just from exhaustion," Roman replies. "She looks sad, even while she sleeps," Sergei murmurs, more serious now. "She fell asleep crying," Roman answers flatly. Silence falls between us. We watch her. So still. Her lashes still damp, her face softened by sleep. Every shape, every curve, every breath—burned into our minds.

When he saw me awake He asks me “Oh you are awake. How are you feeling now?” Alex says “I’m feeling better now. How long was I asleep?” I replied. “Three hours but don’t worry it take eleven hours from America to Russia.” Alex replied. I was asleep for three hours?! But I feel like I only sleep for a little. “Do you want to drink something? Or eat? Sister Alya says. “Oh no I’m not hungry. Please continue your work.” I replied. After then they start their work again while I was reading some magazine.

It did something to the air in the room that she noted and chose to ignore. He looked up. "You're awake," he said. "Couldn't sleep." She stepped inside. "You're awake too." "I rarely sleep." "How rarely?" "Three hours. Sometimes four." "That's not—" "I've functioned on three hours for approximately two hundred years." He looked at her. "I think the experiment is concluded."

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.”

Initially, I had been apprehensive about being present during their discussion, but that tension faded out of my body when I realized they were speaking in Russian. But...when did Leonardo learn to speak Russian? The meeting went on for about an hour, during which I eventually fell asleep in Leonardo's arms. He held me securely as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I nuzzled my face into his neck, inhaling his masculine scent mixed with the aroma of alcohol and warmth. Ivan paused and asked, “Is she asleep?” Leonardo hummed, stroking my back tenderly as he replied, “I don't blame her though. She must have been tired since she hadn't gotten any rest since our lovemaking this afternoon.”

He ate it without tasting it because that wasn't the point of eating it. The facility was quiet around them. The coalition had organized into the available spaces — some in the living quarters, some in the corridor, some in the primary chamber. People were sleeping in the specific way that exhausted people slept in unfamiliar places, which was imperfectly and without apology. Maya was asleep against Elena in the research lab, which was the warmest room because the Cryo-Pod had a heat exchange system that was still running. Silas was not asleep. He was in the research lab with his hand on the wall, reading the stone in the direction of the Council headquarters with the focused patience of som

Bernard fired as he ran down across the hallway and down the stairs Roman was about zoning out completely, the gas had already filled up his ward when a force carried him off the floor, he jerked up from his sleep. It was just nightmare, but a real one that happened when he was still a lab rat for Bernard. And how everything went into chaos, he hasn’t seen Bernard since then but he knows Bernard wouldn’t stop his research

Rosa woke very early before dawn, and her mind was restless. She had dreamt that Nikolai was seeing someone else behind her back, and just the thought made her blood boil. So when the clock struck five, she slipped her legs off the bed, the tiles very cold on her bare feet. Her hospital gown hung loosely on her slender body.

‘I mean, they’ve been in a coma-like state for a while now, that means they don’t need quite so much food and water. ‘Like being in hibernation, you mean?’ offered Strauss. ‘Yeah. But the human body still needs sustenance to survive. And he looks pretty healthy to me.’ Bridget caught herself. ‘Apart from the obvious, of course.’ Strauss cocked his head. ‘It’s entirely possible. I guess we’ll see when I take a closer look at these samples, won’t we?’ What was concerning him more than that was Bridget’s comment from earlier. If these Sleepers, for want of a better word, were in cocoons, what would happen when the secretion had finished whatever it was doing to them? Would they really be replac

It should be morning already in Russia. Stalin picks up, quickly. “Dima, what’s good?” He asks in Russian. With the way he sounds; sleepy and mild, I know he’s just waking up. “I need you to research something for me.” I gush, not giving him time to ask questions, I continue. “Research about this man…” I parrot the name my prisoner just gave me. ** My skin is blazing, fire licking my veins from the inside, coating my tanned skin with beads of sweat which all but drops on the hardwood floor as I incessantly do push-ups. Akim’s voice is counting the number of times I’ve done the push-up.