Alexei X F! Reader (Stranger Things)

Meeting Him. Ch 1

y/n = your name l/n = last name e/c= eye colour h/c = hair colour

Larry Kline's office reeks of expensive perfume. I wait in the corner, as Mr. Kline, the mayor of Hawkins utterly ignores my appointment and requests of a permit, to instead chat on the phone. After finally getting a chance to see my family and a break from my tedious studies of particle physics, I got stuck here, waiting. I sit on one of the chairs on the side of the room, in the corner close to the door. Mr. Kline talks for what feels like the length of a decaying star's life. Finally, the door a few yards away from me shoots open. I sit frozen still, eyes locked on as a man enters and engages with Mr. Kline. I hold my breath, fearful of this man as he attacks Mr. Kline. My eyes flit back and forth, catching their every word. Hearing the arguments, a question surfaces. Why would there be an unbelievably large source of power located here, in this tiny town called Hawkins? I want to know more about this thing with the Star Court Mall, about the demagnetization, and more. The man finishes beating up Mr. Kline and then suddenly realizes I'm there. "Oh shit," he grunts angrily. I blink. Once, twice, thrice, still silence. The man sighs, his large demeanour slouching slightly, sandy hair unkempt, and eventually speaks, "You heard everything. I'm chief of police, Jim Hopper. What do you want? What do I have to do to keep you quiet?"

"My name is Y/n L/n, I'm a physicist. I want to learn more, I want to help you, and I want to see what this thing is in the Star Court Mall. "

The chief of police sighs, another person to keep track of. I apprehensively follow the chief of police to his car, and he explains the situation detailing the location of this "secret Russian assassin". "Now, when we get there, just stay outside" he warns.

"I want to come with you," I respond, thinking of the size and magnitude of the technology required for the generation of so much power.

"Okay, whatever, your choice."

After picking up Joyce Byers, we arrive at the house. "Stay outside, it isn't safe," says Jim Hopper. Joyce and I both refuse, nodding our heads vigorously. The sight of the house is dismal and depressing. It's dark and windy outside, the lights are off, and eerie silence fills the atmosphere. Jim Hopper swat investigates the rooms, sweeping them with his gun and flashlight. Joyce and I follow, shooting each other furtive glances. Eventually, we reach the bedroom. Joyce bends down and looks at an odd vent on the bedframe. "This is odd," she comments. "Oh! I know" I exclaim and start lifting the bedframe. "Makes sense," she comments and helps me lift it fully, turning the bed into a doorway to the basement.

Jim Hopper steps down first. Joyce enters second, and I go in last. The lighting is odd, warm and slightly red. We approach further, and I hear strange talking coming from ahead. Doesnt sound like English, I think. Swiftly, the first man is threatened with a gun to his head. Another steps out timidly. He has curly brown hair and glasses. He also has soft eyes and a young appearance. A lab coat! That's just like the one I wear. He looks really sweet- "Что происходит?" He says. "English! You speak English?" Asks Jim Hopper.

The curly haired Russian responds with, Сэр, пожалуйста, опустите оружие.

Hopper: "I can't understand you!"

" Ничего плохого мы не сделали."

"I can't understand you!"

«"Мы не делали ничего противозаконного, мы всего лишь два механика"

"I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU!"

"Oh! Russian!" I exclaim excitedly, and mumble to myself, "Cool! So that's what the language was haha." Lost in my thoughts, and accidentally staring at him, Jim Hopper interrupts me with Y/n! Do you realize he's the enemy? Stop standing there and tie him up!" I sigh and look at him sadly. Taking his hand softly I wrap the cord around his wrists, and once around a pipe, then tie it with a square knot. I say one of the three Russian words I know, "izvinite." ( sorry) He looks at me understandingly, and I squeeze his arm. I turn to look at Jim Hopper and realize he's once again engaged in combat with a person. I hear gunshots and duck down beside the curly-haired guy. I give him a weak smile and cower from the gunshots. Jim Hopper eventually comes over with Joyce Byers hot on his heels. "Let's get out of here! " He shouts. "Wait what about him?" I frantically add, pointing at the curly-haired guy with glasses. "I don't know, I don't care! Take him with you or not, but let's go!" Jim Hopper demands urgent. His blood vessels expand in panic and I immediately start untying the cord of the curly-haired man, to help him to his feet. His lab coat lays on the floor, caught on the cord.

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