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  17:09:07  13 May 2004
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Vladimir Ikovenko
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Fan Fiction: Crisis at Chernobyl

FSB Headquarters in Moscow, 13th May, 2004:

General Iremenko stood looking out his central Moscow office window in the FSB Headquarters building. Traffic on the busy avenue below was somehow mesmerizing to watch. As chief of Russia's State Police, Iremenko was pondering the news he had received from SORM. As he looked out the window he also noticed clouds were gathering on the horizon to the west of the city. A bolt of lightning startled the pensive FSB Chief as just then his intercom pager went off.

"Yes?", he said feeling a bit stupid for startling so easy. Maybe it was what he held in his hand that startled him more.

"He's here General.", his secretary replied over the intercom.

"Send him in." General Iremenko turned and realized he was still holding the SORM printout. He set it on the desk in front of him and sat in his chair. The door to his office opened and General Iremenko did not look up from the printout.

"Sit down please Vlad." the FSB Chief said.

"Yes sir." Vladimir Ikovenko replied. The tall, gangly man appeared to be in his mid thirties with a graying goatee. His dark hair belied his age other than a shock of white hair at the left temple. He sat in the overstuffed leather chair opposite his boss.

"I do not bring you here for a casual conversation comrad Vladimir. I need you to go back."

Vlad took a swallow but found there was no saliva, a rather painful experience. No outward show of emotion belied the emptiness he felt at this moment. Years of training and hard experience in places like Cechnya, and Afghanistan had taught him to always never let anyone know how you feel inside.

"You don't approve. Well no matter. I have received some disturbing news via SORM."

SORM being Russia's newest tool in the global War on Terror. Developed by the FSB, it allows the agency to monitor every piece of data sent over Russian bandwidth. Russian Internet Service Providers complied with the new Law passed narrowly by the Duma, Russia's Parliament.

"And what is this 'disturbing' news comrade General?" Vlad said rather sarchastically.

Iremenko glared at the Agent sitting across from his desk. He probably should reprimand the arrogant ass, but he knew that if he was going to get this information he would need his cooperation. Iremenko raised his hand to shrug off the sarchasm.

"Vlad, you know I would only ever give you my full atttention in any dealings we've had in the past."

"Of course Comrade General" Vlad said, recognizing the subtle reprimand and allowing his boss to continue.

"Good. Now according to our information, SORMs operatives detected an internet data transmission, I believe the American's call it an IDT."

Vlad shrugged. Seeing he was unimpressed, Iremenko continued.

"It seems that this data is from a European scientist..." Iremenko looked down at the paper to find the name. "...a Doctor Serina Dupry, a French woman sent as part of the European Union Team to monitor the "dome" at Chernobyl."

Vlad's eyebrow raised a bit. The name meant nothing, the EU meant nothing, but the "dome" took him back to that fateful day in 1986. The day the Earth stood still and held it's collective breath when news began to come out of Sweden and other areas in Europe detecting a large cloud of radiation in the Earth's upper atmosphere coming from the East, the Soviet Union. At the height of the Cold War, the Soviet leadership felt compelled to release scant information on the disaster that befell the Chernobyl Nuclear Facility. An explosion of the power plant's nuclear core blasted the building housing it into so much rubble and emitting vast amounts of radiation into the air. The surrounding area was immediately contaminated to lethal levels of radiation killing many of the plant's workers, many more died during the initial explosion. The cause of the explosion was not nuclear power but mismanagement and deficiencies in the Soviet political and adminstrative system.

Vlad recalled reading the cause of the accident in a book called simply, "Chernobyl" by an American author named Richard Rhodes. "The immediate cause of the Chernobyl accident was a mismanaged electrical-engineering experiment. Engineers with no knowledge of reactor physics were interested to see if they could draw electricity from the turbine generator of the Number 4 reactor unit to run water pumps during an emergency when the turbine was no longer being driven by the reactor but was still spinning inertially. The engineers needed the reactor to wind up the turbine; then they planned to idle it to 2.5 percent power. Unexpected electrical demand on the afternoon of April 29 delayed the experiment until eleven o'clock that night. When the experimenters finally started, they felt pressed to make up for lost time, so they reduced the reactor's power level too rapidly. That mistake caused a rapid buildup of neutron-absorbing fission by products in the reactor core, which poisoned the reaction. To compensate, the operators withdrew a majority of the reactor's control rods, but even with the rods withdrawn, they were unable to increase the power level to more than 30 megawatts, a low level of operation at which the reactor's instability potential is at its worst and that the Chernobyl plant's own safety rules forbade."

"At that point, writes Russian nuclear engineer Grigori Medvedev, "there were two options: increasing the power immediately, or waiting twenty-four hours for the poisons to dissipate. [Deputy chief engineer Dyatlov] should have waited...But he [had an experiment to conduct and he] was unwilling to stop...He ordered an immediate increase in the power of the reactor." Reluctantly the operators complied. By 1 a.m. on April 26, they stabilized the reactor at 200 megawatts. It was still poisoned and increasingly difficult to control. More control rods came out. A minimum reserve for an RBMK reactor is supposed to be 30 control rods. At the end, the Number 4 unit was down to only six control rods, with 205 rods withdrawn."

"The experimenters allowed this dangerous condition to develop even though they had deliberately bypassed and disconnected every important safety system, including the emergency core-cooling system. They had also disconnected every backup electrical system, down to and including diesel generators, that would have allowed them to operate the reactor controls in the event of an emergency."

"At 1:23 in the morning, the engineers proceeded with their experiment by shutting down the turbine generator. That reduced the electrical supply to the reactor's water pumps, which in turn reduced the flow of cooling water through the reactor. In the coolant channels within the graphite-uranium fuel core, the water began to boil."

"Graphite facilitates the fission chain reaction in a graphite reactor by slowing neutrons. Coolant water in such a reactor absorbs neutrons, thus acting as a poison. When the coolant water in the Number 4 Chernobyl unit began turning to steam, that change of phase reduced its density and made it a less effective neutron absorber. With more neutrons becoming available and few control rods inserted to absorb them, the chain reaction accelerated. The power level in the reactor began to rise."

"The operators noticed the power surge and realized they needed to reduce reactivity quickly by inserting more control rods. They hit the red button of the emergency power-reduction system. Motors began driving all 205 control rods as well as the emergency protection rods into the reactor core."

"But the control rods had a design flaw that now proved deadly: their tips were made of graphite. The graphite tips attached to a hollow segment one meter (3.28 feet long), which attached in turn to a five-meter absorbent segment. When the 205 control rods began driving into the surging Number 4 reactor, the graphite tip went in first. Rather than reduce the reaction, the graphite tips increased it. The control rods displaced water from the rod channels as well, increasing reactivity further. All hell broke loose--The reactor exploded."

"The explosion was chemical, driven by gases and steam generated by the core runaway, not by nuclear reactions; no commercial nuclear reactor contains a high enough concentration of U-235 or plutonium to cause a nuclear explosion. Medvedev, who had once worked at Chernobyl and who was on the scene within days, describes the explosion from the testimony of eyewitnesses."

"Flames, sparks, and chunks of burning material went flying into the air above the Number 4 unit. These were red-hot pieces of nuclear fuel and graphite, some of which fell onto the roof of the turbine hall where they started fires...About 50 tons of nuclear fuel evaporated and were released by the explosion into the atmosphere...In addition, about 70 tons were ejected sideways from the periphery of the core, mingling with a pile of structural debris, onto the roof...and also onto the grounds of the plant..."

"Some 50 tons of nuclear fuel and 800 tons of reactor graphite...remained in the reactor vault, where it formed a pit reminiscent of a volcanic crater. (The graphite still in the reactor burned up completely in the next few days.)"

"Vlad!" Iremenko shouted.

Vlad snapped back to his surroundings in the central Moscow office. "I'm sorry Comrade General, I was just recalling that day."

General Iremenko lowered his head and said, "Yes comrade. That was a terrible day for everyone not only here in the Soviet Union, but around the world. As you know I lost my beloved Irina that day."

"Yes comrade General, I know. My own family's health has failed because of it as well even though we lived well outside the Zone", the Zone being the 30-kilometer area surrounding the plant including the city of Pripyat, with a population of 45,000.

General Iremenko looked up. "Comrade back to this letter, you always seem to detract me from my purpose." he said accusingly.

"I am sorry comrade General." Vlad replied.

"This Dr. Dupry mentions in an email to one of her colleagues at the CEA, the French Nuclear Agency, that the old sarcophagus is in a critical state of erosion and in danger of collapsing. It's fairly vague information but this Dr. Dupry is one of Europer's leading nuclear scientists."

"Excuse me comrade General, but we've known that for years. Hasn't the new Dome been completed yet? And so what if some scientist sends an email about general information."

"What seemed to be a normal email is not what it appears. Our best computer scientists detected a hidden file in her email."

Vlad seemed a bit surprised.

"You are surprised no?" General Iremenko always easily being able to read his best agent's emotions despite his intense training.

"A bit. Why would the French send a spy into Chernobyl?"

"I'm always amazed at your powers of deduction comrade Vladimir. You have taken my surprise away."

A thin smile crossed Vlad's lips. Vlad of course deftly removing any gain in initiative that his superior had gained by reading his own surprise.

"So what else did this file reveal?"

"It seems the situation at Chernobyl is far graver than anyone can imagine. The graphite used to cool the reactor burned off long ago, however much of the material and debris remains "hot". There is no fire it appears, but it seems Dr. Dupry has evidence to support a theory that the nuclear process could go critical, meaning not only the release of a new cloud of radiation, but much more."

"Go on, I am listening comrade General. You have my full attention."

"She also has collected some specimens of the surrounding zone. Now we have known of some genetic mutation in the Zone for years following the accident; cattail plants with three heads, and other such mutations. But it seems that she personally was attacked by a band of wild dogs while out on one of her surveys of the zone. Mind you she was not hurt as she was able to lock herself into a building until they went away."

"So what? There are hundreds of bands of such dogs in the Zone."

"Blind ones that can still hunt and track?", the FSB Chief aked matter of factly.

Vlad paused for a moment.

"Suppose this Dr. Dupry is correct in her findings? What is it that you want of me comrade General? Shouldn't the politicians be handling this?"

General Iremenko laughed.

"I do not think this a laughing matter comrade General!" Vlad responded angrily.

General Iremenko regained his composure. "Excuse me Vlad. I do not mean to laugh at your response but to the fact that bureaucracy has clouded our Ukrainian friend's minds. They appear to be too tied up in how to pay for a new sarcophagus, rather than protecting the environment and people from another disaster. As you well know, the condition of the old concrete sarcophagus is in a deteriorated state due to the high amounts of radiation it is constantly exposed to. This is leading to a dangerous situation where if the dome collapsed, the resulting release of radiation and cloud of debris could be just as bad as the initial explosion itself!"

The words sank into Vlad like someone slowly inserting a knife into his belly.

"Hasn't the EU and IAEA offered to help realizing the dire need of a new sarcophagus around Reactor Four?"

"Again my friend, bureaucracy has many heads. The West likes to think they do not have the same problem that the old Soviet system had, but it is true. The European Bank for Reconstruction and Development or EBRD if you like, has been able to gather over 700 million Euros from twenty-eight donor states, however this is still not enough to build the New Safe Confinement as the Europeans are calling it. 700 million Euros barely is enough for the construction materials, let alone the needed continual infrastructure to monitor and maintain the facility. I myself presented a report to the President that this was not nearly enough funding. He has pledged to assist the Ukraine as you well know."

"Yes, I have heard. So again I ask. Why me? Why must I go back?"

"You know very well the answer to that Vladimir Petrovich", the General referring to his paternal name. "I have no other agent that has been to Chernobyl let alone know as much about the Zone. You were there in 1990 when I asked you to give me a status update. You successfully penetrated the perimeter of guards surrounding the zone and got me that information." General Iremenko at that point stood up as if to emphasize his next point. "No, you will go."

Vlad sighed and stood saluting his superior officer and then said. "Very well comrade General, I will do as you ask. But one thing, I am done after this."

General Iremenko looked a bit startled at the agent's disclosure and sat back down.

"Please take your seat again comrade."

Vlad sat back down, crossing his legs.

General Iremenko looked intently into Vlad's eyes and said, "You do this for me, and I will personally see to it."

To be continued...
  02:38:22  1 May 2005
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Vladimir Ikovenko
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The aging General turned to look out the window and the busy Moscow avenue below. Pedestrians were crowded on a street corner below the FSB Headquarters waiting to cross the busy street. Something, that at times could be life threatening during the busy rush-hour. Work had just let out and people were making their way to the markets to get food for supper.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, an American cigarette. They were far better than the old Soviet cigarettes, something he had given up even before the fall of the old Soviet Union. He lit the cigarette with a silver lighter with the Harley Davidson logo on it; given to him in 1994 by an old friend of his, his counterpart in the American CIA. He closed the lid of the lighter with an audible click after taking a puff that lit the cigarette, and placed the lighter carefully into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

Vlad cleared his throat behind him, but the General continued to stare out the window. The storm to the west seemed somehow more ominous. It was in the general direction of Chernobyl.

"How ironic." he said almost outloud. He looked down at the street as the light turned red and the pedestrians quickly crossed the broad avenue.

"I wonder how many of them even are aware of the danger that grows to our west." the General said. This time he said it loud enough that Vlad could overhear.

"Comrade General?" Vlad asked.

General Iremenko turned and faced Vlad taking a long puff on the Camel cigarette; slowly blowing the smoke into the room as he exhaled.

"There is a storm coming in from the west comrade." He paused as those words hung in the air as they had a rather ominous overtone to them. Before Vlad could interject a comment Iremenko continued.

"Perhaps you had better see to your personal needs as you are required to be at Sheremetyevo by 2300 hours. A helicopter will take you to the usual spot." Iremenko referred to a clearing in some woods about 10 kilometers west of the Zone. It was used in 1990 as a demarcation and pick up point for Vlad's first forray into the Zone.

"The usual arrangements have been made and your gear will be waiting for you onboard the helicopter. And you will be glad to know we have a much-improved anti-radiation suit for you. It weighs considerably less than the older model and has much more range of motion."

"Good, that last one nearly killed me. The stench after four days being in that thing was...well it was bad." Vlad responded.

"What about the "locals"? Vlad asked, referring to the local Ukrainian security forces that guarded the Exclusion Zone.

"They know nothing of your arrival Comrade." Iremenko replied flatly.

"What!? Not this shit again." Vlad said disappointedly as he stood up. "You mean to tell me we are not going to have any assistance from the Ukraine on this matter?"

"As far as your mission is concrened. They won't even know you are coming Comrade Vladimir." General Iremenko replied as he took another drag on the cigarette.

"What with the recent political troubles in the Ukraine and the "apparent involvement and support" by our government to the opposition, don't you think it best that the current administration not know?" Iremenko asked.

"Don't you think it would be worse if they find out?" Vlad fired back.

"That is why I chose you. They will not find out. You have done this before and the "locals" never knew." Iremenko replied with a smile. He knew he had his best agent now.

Vlad let out a sound of disgust.

"I will do this General, but remember. Once I get back, I'm done! I trust you will remember our deal."

"Whatever you say Vladimir Petrovich." General Iremenko said as he held out his hand.

Vlad shook the General's hand, saluted and left the office.
  04:15:08  1 May 2005
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Vlad left the FSB Headquarters building and found himself in the bustle of pedestrians hurrying to the market and home. The sky to the west did indeed look dark and full of rain. The day had started sunny but in the springtime, the weather was most unpredictable. Most pedestrians had not brought an umbrella as the local forecast did not predict rain.

Vlad waited at the curb for the light to change so he could cross the street. He had enough time to stop by his favorite market and pick up some food for dinner. Perhaps this might be his last as a free man. The signal changed and Vlad crossed the busy intersection with the hundreds of other pedestrians. He turned left and continued down the sidewalk heading to "Mrs. Strelov's Market". The clouds closed in quickly and soon rain began to fall; at first with a light pitter-patter with several flashes of lightning and the soon-followed clap of thunder. Then it seemed the waters of the mighty Volga had been unleashed upon Moscow as the rain came down in a torrent. Pedestrians scurried into doorways and under shelter, but Vlad continued his pace. The market was only a couple blocks ahead and he knew he might beat some of the rush if he continued.

A sudden flash of lightning followed immediately by a loud clap of thunder startled Vlad and nearby pedestrians. It had struck across the street, hitting a tree along the sidewalk. Several pedestrians under a nearby awning appeared startled but otherwise unhurt. Seeing they were ok, he continued down the nearly empty wet street. Water was quickly filling the rain gutters and flowing down into the rain sewers, eventually ending up in the Moscow River. The river was already near flood stage with the spring rains and this would not help he knew.

But no matter, the market was Vlad's immediate concern, having trained himself years ago as a KGB agent to be aware of his immediate environment and set short and long-term goals. He picked up his pace as the rain didn't seem to be letting up and more and more pedestrians emptied off the sidewalks. He was now soaked to the bone, his clothing and shoes soaked. The puddles building up on the sidewalk made splashes as he walked.

Finally ahead was the market. He ducked in the door past a young couple. The man was holding his apparent girlfriend in an embrace as she appeared to be shivering from the cold rain. They were soaked to the bone as well. He pushed open the door and stepped into the market. A small line had started at the register as shoppers had armloads of bread, meats, and vegetables. An elderly woman in line had her arms full and a can of beets fell out. Vlad bent down and picked it up for her and placed it on top of the pile of groceries.

"Thank you young man." she said.

"You are welcome." he replied with a smile.

Vlad continued on perusing the aisles of groceries. The market was not large but not small either. It had everything a single bachelor could need for groceries. He grabbed his favorite sausage, imported from Poland, a Kielbasa. A loaf of dark rye bread from the bakery section's "Day Old" rack and some carrots to fry up. He went to get into line behind another man that had a hand basket full of groceries. From the looks he had a family to feed.

Another flash of lightning with a loud clap of thunder startled many of the patrons in the shop, and the young couple that was outside the doorway ducked inside even.

It looked as if this rain was not going to let up for a while...
  05:12:09  1 May 2005
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Amoki
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Excellent story! I thoroughly enjoyed it. I can tell you I seldom give any compliment for a "first" story, but it is clear that you either have more experience than that or you have the talent in you..

1) You've paid excellent attention to details. Though this is only the beginning IMO of a bigger plot (or at least I hope so), already you have a clear focus of what you are going to write about.
2) Though there might not be enough in-depth characterization at the moment (history and background only so far), you have also mentioned little details from yoru character's action in your story. The American cigarettes, the dropped vegetables, the thunder clap, the kielbasa - all good here .
3) Again, at lot of technical details of Chernobyl, their related agency and such. Also, great stuff about the book.

Alas, things that come to mind
1) good story as it is, you still have to bear "STALKER" in mind. There is a lot of components from the yet-to-be-published game that is missing: the actual day of the Zone reoccuring was actually 2006. This may be a vital component that you have totally screwed up. Also, the stalkers themselves.... they should worth a mention
2) I don't think this is the end of it. IF you have decided to continue, you should really start planning on the plot. Because of the "pre-set" rules you have set for your next part, your story would have to be short, straight to the point type and involving short, quick burst of action (he's alone, after all).

Would be more than happy to see your work again. Your work really reminded me of the other good stories in the contest that should be ranked side-by-side with you.

A good tip worth mentioning, is that you should not do your work in seperate pieces. Do them all in a go- this way, you can make sure you do not burst and left your story aside after writing for a while.
  22:47:50  1 May 2005
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Thank you for the compliments Amoki.

I hadn't really planned on entering the contest. This post used to be under General as a fun fan fiction. I'm not sure how / when it got moved. Maybe someone thought it was worthy of the contest.

Well thank you again for your comments. May I continue on as-is? Inspiration seems to come to me in short bursts and I have trouble writing for long periods. I suffer from ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). I have a similar thread under Middle Earth Online. That's a fun story I'm having with as well.

Actually as for background, I read alot. I am an American citizen living in the US and have only ever been to Paris, France abroad. The tie-in to the game is somewhere down the line, hopefully when the game actually releases I can have a running diary of my game experiences transferred into the story. That is the plan at least.

I have spent much time and interest in history and I guess am putting a little of that knowledge to use here.

Thanks again and hope you and the rest of the community like what I've done so far and what I have planned for the future of the story.

Oh, one more thing. I tried modifying the story's original date to 2010 but couldn't edit it, thus the 2004 date. For all intents and purposes this story is set prior to the events of the game. (To be quite honest I had forgotten the original dates and just found them under the "Game" section. )

Regards,
  07:42:14  2 May 2005
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Thank you for the compliments Amoki.

I hadn't really planned on entering the contest. This post used to be under General as a fun fan fiction. I'm not sure how / when it got moved. Maybe someone thought it was worthy of the contest.

Well thank you again for your comments. May I continue on as-is? Inspiration seems to come to me in short bursts and I have trouble writing for long periods. I suffer from ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). I have a similar thread under Middle Earth Online. That's a fun story I'm having with as well.

Actually as for background, I read alot. I am an American citizen living in the US and have only ever been to Paris, France abroad. The tie-in to the game is somewhere down the line, hopefully when the game actually releases I can have a running diary of my game experiences transferred into the story. That is the plan at least.

I have spent much time and interest in history and I guess am putting a little of that knowledge to use here.

Thanks again and hope you and the rest of the community like what I've done so far and what I have planned for the future of the story.

Oh, one more thing. I tried modifying the story's original date to 2010 but couldn't edit it, thus the 2004 date. For all intents and purposes this story is set prior to the events of the game. (To be quite honest I had forgotten the original dates and just found them under the "Game" section. )

Regards,
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ADD or not, you got the right stuff to write. I am NOT talking about writiing as a career of course, but rather as an interest.

The thread was transfered probably by my pals Don Reba or Claws - the "General" topic is for talking about "general" stuff about the game . The literary contest forum used to be a place where we talk about the literary contest only, but somehow we have changed to suit people with any sort of interest in writing a fanfiction. We even have a V.I.P member dedicated to reviewing stories for us, but he is sort of busy at the moment.

As for your short-burst inspiration, the best way to counter it is always find a way to write the idea down (paper and pen in pocket )... and type it out ASAP I am the sort who cannot let an idea sit still because I would get bored with it, after going it over and over and over again and again and again... you get the idea. I have a Sony CLIE to jot down my idea, but I don't think everybody can afford that kind of luxury.

Also, head over to the main contest website (http://www.stalker-game.com/index.php?t=community&s=contest&ss=story&sort=date_desc&c_index=all ) and take a good look on those stories in this page : (https://www.gsc-game.com/main.php?t=community&s=forums&s_game_type=xr&thm_page=1&thm_id=2369&sec_id=5 )

You can learn a lot from these stories, and maybe you might be able to come out with a good fanfiction yourself

On as-is... it is very hard to say to be honest. However, because you're saying that the event is set prior to the event, I'll say go straight ahead. No much have been done in that genre in this contest/fanfiction community. It sure will be interesting to see what idea you have.

Keep up the good work.
  02:53:00  4 May 2005
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Ok thanks for the reply. I'll keep on as-is then and keep it fan fiction. I've got some good inspiration for the story.
  21:57:55  5 May 2005
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I enjoyed it very much, thank you for your effort.

My friend, I am extremely happy to say that I completely enjoyed your story. Everything was so clearly described, it brought a tear to my eye. I am amazed at your grammar, while you do have some minor comma mistakes, everything else was done extremely well [perfect is too strong a word, nothing in life can be described as perfect, except for my girlfriend ]. I can see that you have experience with Moscow, your description was spot-on, the rush-hour, the FSB HQ, fawless. And being Russian, I can be a good judge of accuratness in describing Moscow.

The descrition of the disaster at Chernobyl in 1986 was just stunning, you even remembered the flaw of the cooling rods, I thought no one knew that! I have no complaints on the reactor description. The characterization is done professionally, you used the indirect method instead of the direct method, which is favored and used by many people. I especially liked the "ciggarette" scene in which you characterized the general [and being a Russian smoker, I can agree with him]. Everything in your story was clear of the "dry" effect, which means that I could visualize every single detail, and I thought that that was impossible. Even the most professional author sometimes leaves out that important detail, thus making it hard for the reader to visualize the events and actions of the characters. The plot is what mainly caught me as intriguing and is also why I want you to continue. I am happy to say, your story is 98% accurate when describing real events and Stalker timeline [adressing an officer will be covered in next paragraph, and the second disaster happened in 2006]

I am really looking forward for the continuation of your story. Please continue writing. With that said, I have a few minor complaints: today, when adressing an officer, Russian police/agents/soldiers don't say "comrade" before the rank, so in your story instead of "comrade general" he should have been "gospadin general", since that is what we say now, and said even when we were communist. The story flowed very smoothly, like a crystal-clear river flowing through a golden plain of wheat in Kaliningrad with blue skies and sunshine. My friend, I salute you, and give you the applause you deserve. Keep on writing, and good luck, comrade!

Siro signing out...
  21:50:24  12 May 2005
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Sheesh, must've scared 'im off...
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Good story

Nice story vlad. good grammer and storyline.




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