Somewhere In The Silence

SA: So, in light of the fact that I just had to take down two of my working stories and place the third on hiatus until August, I figured I’d better start this one, since I REALLY WANNA WRITE IT!!

For all of you that have read Banana Fish, (if you haven’t, I suggest reading it, it would be kinda stupid for you not to and still read this) this is the story of Ash’s tutor, Blanca, aka Sergei, met Natasha, his one true love, and how they were tragically torn apart. This is obviously just the prologue, so keep that in mind.

Also, please note that I am of the younger generation and don’t know much about how the Soviets worked or much at all about the KGB. I’m going to be researching them a little, but I wanted to bring it up because I will probably make mistakes. And yes, Blanca was one of the KGB, that’s why I’m bringing this up. So nobody shoot me, please! (Especially the real KGB! (Gulps))

Summary: A look into Blanca’s past reveals the tragic love story he shared with Natasha, and how they were eventually torn apart.

Somewhere In The Silence

By: Silver Affection

Prologue

A Red Dawn

For all of my life, I was nothing but a tool—and I finally understood it. A tool of the Soviet state.

And my life had become like a moonless night.

To be honest, I never thought the Communists bad, because it was the only world I had ever known.

Over the years, when I attended Moscow University and joined the Communist Party, I forgot how to feel.

Why? Simply because feelings had no place there. It was survival of the fittest.

But the saddest part was the fact that I didn’t even notice my hardening heart until it had almost been too late.

My parents weren’t anything special—perhaps that’s why I was so determined to make a name for myself in Soviet Russia. My father was a Russian and a Junior officer in the Red Army. He was killed when I was five, and I can barely even remember his face. My mother was a Tatar, and she raised my until I entered the Party and KGB. Then I was practically barred from ever contacting her again.

I think that my separation from my mother was the last straw for my feelings, so I abandoned them in order to leave my past and family behind and look foreword only to a bright future as the newest member of the glorious Russian KGB.

But then, I met her.

Natasha Karsavina—then still a student at Moscow University, only three years younger than me.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel alone anymore. I could feel again.

My life was no longer a moonless night.

It was becoming a beautiful red dawn.