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Mature
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Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceRape/Non-Con
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M/M
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코드네임 아나스타샤 | Codename Anastasia(novel)Novela- Fandom
Relationship:
Kwon Taek-joo/Zhenya
Characters:
ZhenyaKwon Taek-joo
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Blood and ViolenceAnal SexRape/Non-con ElementsImplied/Referenced Torturegoogle translate sucks lolsomeone officially translate thisssssspysAssassins & HitmenActionNon-Consensual Drug UseFriends to Enemies to LoversCharacter Developmentdomestic sex(towards end :o)Possessive Zhenya
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English
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Published:2023-09-22Completed:2023-09-22Words:302,113Chapters:15/15Comments:13Kudos:269Bookmarks:23Hits:13,363
Code Name Anastasia
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Chapter 5: Trans-Siberian Train
Chapter Text
The train from Beijing headed for Moscow. A silent night, outside the window was buried in thick darkness. The cluttered airflow immediately after boarding was also gone.
It was a long journey from Beijing to Moscow, taking about six days. Even though the destination is the same, the atmosphere of each room is quite different. Third-class passengers were in a silent war to get even a small convenience first. Not to mention the beds, even the partitions between the seats rustle in an attempt to somehow get some sleep in the insignificantly cramped seats. If the first and second class rooms were full of expectations ahead of an adventure into a new world, the third class room was full of the smell of life.
Muddy air lingered in the poorly ventilated carriage. There was also an unidentifiable musty smell. The baby, who had been twitching because of discomfort, bursts out crying. Exhausted parents only carelessly soothed the whining baby. The other passengers tossed and turned, frowning at the unstoppable whining. A gang of soldiers who had forgotten the night shared cheap vodka and giggled. Merchants who pushed their bundles into other people's seats blocked all the noise with earplugs. He seemed to have learned how to endure a long journey through long experience.
Travelers in the second class sat in groups of threes and threes regardless of nationality, gender, and age. They talk all night by sharing things they experienced during the trip, useful information, future schedules, and small snacks. It seemed that he was also part of the trip and was not tired.
The only room in the car with a private bathroom was quiet from beginning to end. Day or night, there were not many people going to and from the hallways there. At night, I get a good night's sleep in a comfortable bed, and whenever I'm hungry, I visit the in-car restaurant. The absurdly high price of food did not matter to them.
The only satisfactory part of the headquarters' support was that it generously provided transportation and accommodation expenses. I thought so when I was lying on the bed in the special room after looking around all the other rooms. But it wasn't long before dissatisfaction erupted.
"Ahhh... haang... huh... huh."
Kwon Taek-joo's brow furrows little by little. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but to no avail. The groaning grew louder and louder and stuck in his ears.
"Ah... Yes, ha ha! ah! Aww! yes... Alas!"
He buried his face deep into the pillow. He also pulled the blanket over his head. Even so, it was impossible to ignore the close proximity of people. The fiercer the different pieces of flesh rubbed against each other, the sharper the woman's moaning became. The sound of pounding rice cakes was so strong that it felt like my eardrums were going to chew.
