Anna had been raised in a world where loyalty was as essential as breathing. Her father commanded tanks. Her brother commanded men. Her home in Kyiv had carried medals on its walls long before she learned to read. She was born into a lineage that served the Red Banner with almost religious devotion.
So when the KGB approached her after graduation—quiet room, calm voices, promise of "national significance"—she did not hesitate. A mission to safeguard the future of the Soviet Union. A mission that might one day require her to sacrifice even her own purity.
She accepted with the unwavering seriousness of a soldier's daughter. But nothing prepared her for the moment she first saw Raj.
They told her about his brilliance—how he stood on the cutting edge of genetic engineering. How his mind rivaled entire research institutes. How his innovations could elevate Soviet science decades beyond the West.
They never mentioned his age. Or his face. Or the warm, composed confidence that radiated from him like he carried an entire future inside his chest.
She imagined an elderly scholar with sterile glasses and trembling fingers.
Instead, she saw someone who looked like he had stepped out of a world far more refined than theirs—sharp-eyed, impossibly youthful, carrying himself with a quiet storm of intelligence that both intimidated and fascinated her.
Her heart steadied for the first time since joining the mission. She realized, with a sudden clarity, that this assignment would demand far more from her than she had ever been trained for.
Working beside Raj and Ksenia changed her at a pace she could barely understand.
Raj wasn't the kind of scientist she'd grown up picturing—frazzled, distracted, covered in chalk dust or chemical stains. He was… normal. Human. Funny in a dry way that caught her off-guard. Thoughtful in little gestures—passing an extra cup of tea her way when she shivered, offering small gifts on arbitrary days, noticing details others dismissed.
On her birthday, he somehow procured a luxurious cake—a thing nearly impossible to obtain under Soviet rations. For Ksenia, he found a quiet anniversary necklace, delicate, shimmering, nothing extravagant—but the meaning behind it had made Ksenia's usually sharp, confident expression soften.
Anna didn't know whether to envy or admire the way Ksenia held herself around him. And she definitely didn't expect the way her own heart reacted.
It started quietly. A warmth in her chest whenever Raj laughed. A strange twist in her stomach whenever he complimented Ksenia. A flutter in her pulse whenever he brushed past her, distracted, absorbed in thought.
Then came the guilt.
She reminded herself:
This is a mission.You must not disrupt the relationship between him and Ksenia.You are here to serve the State, not to indulge in dreams.
But her heart had already defected.
And Ksenia—sharp-eyed, perceptive, terrifyingly honest—noticed. Instead of shutting her down, Ksenia surprised her.
Late at night, whispering across their shared desk, Ksenia would tease her lightly, complaining that Raj was "unreasonably intense," always leaving her trembling and barely able to stand.
The words made Anna blush until her ears burned, but in every teasing remark, Ksenia's tone carried something else—permission. A quiet encouragement. A hint that Anna didn't have to bury her longing.
That Ksenia wouldn't be threatened. That sharing was not betrayal. And that Raj would never choose anyone over his existing women—because his loyalty ran deeper than most men's entire moral code.
Anna didn't understand how she had been accepted so easily. But she clung to the hope. And tonight… was the night that hope was meant to bloom.
Ksenia promised she would "create the opening." Anna only had to walk through it.
Raj was in rare spirits that night.
The artificial superpower project—something even the highest Soviet circles whispered about with caution—had taken a massive leap forward. And Raj, carrying the kind of breakthrough that could shift the world's axis, walked into their residence with a relaxed, glowing pride.
Ksenia guided him inside, still warm from training, her energy bright. Anna followed close behind, heart pounding with something she didn't want to name.
Raj opened a bottle of foreign red wine—one that should not have existed in their austere rationing reality—and poured three glasses.
Ksenia leaned against him, playful. "Darling, what has you smiling like a festival today?"
Raj raised his glass. "A breakthrough. A major one. We're close—very close—to making you a superhuman."
Ksenia's smile deepened, and she shot Anna a tiny, wordless signal.
Anna stood quickly. "This won't be enough. I'll bring out the vodka. It isn't a real celebration without it."
Raj simply laughed—he thought they were just sharing in his happiness.
Soon the celebration began. Glasses clinked. Voices softened. Raj drank more freely than usual.
Anna watched him carefully. She had never seen him this relaxed. Never seen him let his guard down so completely. But something else felt strange.
Usually, whenever alcohol appeared, the two women were fiercely protective—warning him about his priceless mind, urging him to drink lightly.
Tonight, they pressed him to drink more.
Raj noticed. He wasn't oblivious. And yet he played along. Half a bottle of red wine disappeared. A third of the vodka followed.
Raj let his head fall onto the table, feigning drunken collapse so convincingly that Anna's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Ksenia didn't panic. She didn't call for help. She simply exhaled slowly and nodded at Anna.
This was the moment.
The two women helped Raj to the bathroom first—washing him, preparing him, tending to him as if caring for a king before a ritual. Anna's hands shook so badly she nearly dropped the towel. Then the two guided him to the bed.
Raj remained still—breathing evenly, body warm, expression softened into the perfect imitation of intoxicated surrender.
Anna hovered beside Ksenia, heart hammering like a drum.
Ksenia whispered, steady and reassuring, "Go on. This is your chance."
Anna's voice trembled. "Will he… resent me?"
"No." Ksenia cupped her cheek with a firm, sisterly confidence. "According to old Indian traditions, if you give your first time to him, you belong to him. And Raj is very traditional. He will not abandon you."
Anna swallowed. Her throat burned.
"True?"
"That is exactly how I became his wife," Ksenia whispered with a small grin. "I dragged him to my dormitory and claimed him. Now you claim your place."
Anna's breath caught. She wanted him. She loved him. She had tried to hide it, but every moment beside him only deepened the ache.
And tonight…
She would no longer run.
Silence bloomed for a moment.
Then Anna's voice—barely a breath. "What… do I do?"
"Follow me. I'll guide you," Ksenia said softly.
Raj felt the mattress dip as Anna knelt beside him. There was hesitation, the faintest brush of her palm against his chest, careful, reverent. Her touch held no lust—only longing, fear, and a kind of devotion born from the pressure of a lifetime serving the state and finally wanting something for herself.
Ksenia's voice was almost a breath against Anna's ear. "Slowly… he likes gentleness."
Raj could practically feel Anna's nerves trembling through the air. She wanted but feared. Loved but doubted. Reached but hesitated. The emotions rolled off her in waves—raw, unrefined, painfully sincere.
He could not fake unconsciousness any longer.
He opened his eyes.
Anna froze.
Her breath caught violently, her whole body pulling back as if she had touched fire. The devotion in her eyes collided with terror—fear that she had ruined everything.
"Anna," Raj murmured, voice low, warm, steady. "Look at me."
She shook, blue eyes darting everywhere except his. "Do you really think I could ever dislike someone who holds this much love inside them?" Her eyes finally lifted—wide, wet, terrified, hopeful.
"I… I didn't want to trick you," she whispered, voice cracking. "I just didn't know how else to show you. You never looked at me the way you look at her. I thought if I didn't try tonight, I would lose you forever."
Raj lifted a hand to her cheek—slowly, tenderly. Anna leaned into it instantly, desperately, as if afraid he would disappear.
Ksenia watched them with a soft, knowing smile. Raj's voice deepened slightly, warm and grounding.
"Tell me, Anna… do you regret loving me?"
Her answer came like a broken prayer. "No. Never. I love you more than anything… I love you so much it scares me. I don't want to steal you from Ksenia. I just… want a place beside you. Even if it's small. Even if it's just in the shadows."
Ksenia moved closer, wrapping an arm around Anna's shoulders—not romantic, but protective, like an older sister encouraging her younger sibling to step through a door she herself once stepped through.
"You're not taking anything from me," Ksenia whispered.
"You're joining me."
Raj's hand moved to Anna's back, warm and steady. "Then come here," he said softly. "Both of you."
Anna collapsed into him. Ksenia followed without hesitation.
And the night deepened.
… An hour later, the Anna was sunk… The Ksenia engaged… Two hours later… The Ksenia was sunk…
The Raj was victorious…
From that day on, sleeping together became the three's little secret. But after all, Raj's security level was there, and no one would bother his private life casually.
Of course, the two women often felt overwhelmed, anyone who was often made to show ahegao faces and pass out would feel overwhelmed…
But fortunately, Raj didn't do this every day, which made the two women breathe a sigh of relief… Of course, Raj didn't forget to secretly renew the two women's lives for a million years… This was the benefit of all his women… All his women had this appearance that didn't age after 25 years old, and a life of up to a million years.
It wasn't that Raj didn't want to make them immortal, but Raj felt that he would definitely be able to find a better method of immortality in these million years, so he renewed their lives for a million years…
Days passed like this, and finally, the experiment entered the human testing phase in 1963… All non-human tests were successful…
Tonight, Raj rarely touched the two women, because tomorrow was when Ksenia would begin to enter the clinical trial, and Raj would monitor and operate this experimental plan throughout the process…
He didn't want any problems, after all, Ksenia was his woman.
In the laboratory,
Anna steadied her breath as she prepared the final set of instruments, her hands trembling—not out of fear of the science, but out of fear of what might happen to the woman who had quietly become almost like an older sister to her. Someone she admired, someone she envied, someone she now shared a home and a future with because of the same man.
Ksenia lay on the experimental platform, restrained only because the physiological shock would be violent. Her blonde hair spilled over the white cushion, her breathing measured, her eyes fixed on Raj like he was the only anchor left in a world shifting under her.
Raj adjusted the final settings on the injector, the soft glow of the machine reflecting in his eyes. He looked impossibly calm. But Anna felt something beneath that calm—fear. Real fear. The fear of a man who loved too deeply to lose.
Ksenia saw it too. Her voice softened. "Stop looking like I'm about to be buried, dear… you're making me nervous."
Raj leaned closer, brushing his thumb gently across her cheek. He didn't kiss her—not now, not when she needed steadiness more than affection—but the warmth in his touch spoke louder than anything.
"You trust me, yes?" he asked quietly.
Ksenia swallowed. "With my life," she said. "With far more than that."
Anna paused, the words hitting her harder than any confession she had ever heard. There was no desperation in Ksenia's voice. No fear disguised as bravery. Just… Trust. Pure, steady trust that cut straight into Anna's chest.
Raj turned toward Anna. "Begin the neural stabilizer," he said. Not as a command—more like he was asking her to become part of this moment. Anna nodded and activated it.
The hum filled the room. Not loud, but powerful enough that she felt it in her bones. Ksenia closed her eyes briefly. "Raj…"
He leaned in. "Yes, Dear"
"If I scream… don't let go of my hand." He took her hand immediately, clasping it as though it was the one thing keeping him grounded.
"You scream, you shake, you faint—it doesn't matter. I'm right here. I'm not moving."
A faint smile tugged at her lips. "You always say the right things."
"I only say what I feel," Raj murmured.
Anna bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the sting rising behind her eyes. She had known they loved each other deeply. She had accepted it. She had even joined that love, slowly, painfully, honestly. But witnessing this moment…
It carved something new into her heart. A vow without words. A promise she hadn't realized she was making. She would protect them. Not because of her mission. Not because of the Soviet state. But because they were hers too now. Her family. Her world.
Raj looked at her again. "Anna. Start the injection sequence."
She inhaled, her voice steady despite her shaking hands. "Yes… Raj."
His gaze softened—proud, trusting, grateful. Then he placed his other hand gently under Ksenia's jaw, lifting her chin so she met his eyes.
"When this is over," he whispered, "I want you to wake up and look at me the same way you always do. With that stubborn defiance that made me fall for you."
Ksenia blinked hard, emotion tightening her throat. "You… you're making it hard not to cry before the experiment even starts."
"Then cry," Raj said softly. "I'll still be here."
Anna pressed the activation button. The transparent serum slid through the tube. Entered the needle. Entered Ksenia's vein.
And the world shifted in an instant.
Ksenia arched against the restraints, breath fracturing into ragged fragments. Her fingers clamped around Raj's hand, gripping so hard her knuckles blanched. A low sound escaped her—half gasp, half cry—as the serum surged through her bloodstream like a living fire.
Raj bent over her, his voice steady but trembling at the edges. "It's starting… I'm here—look at me, Ksenia, look at me."
Her eyes snapped open, wide and glossy, searching for him like he was the only fixed point left in existence. Anna watched, heart pounding painfully. She had read the theory. She had witnessed animal tests. But nothing compared to seeing a human—someone she loved—endure it.
Ksenia's breath caught. Her whole body shuddered violently.
"Raj—!" she gasped.
His hand was already there, placed gently near her lips. "Bite," he whispered.
She bit down—not to hurt him, but because her body needed something to anchor to, something to keep her conscious as the transformation ripped through her cells.
Raj didn't even flinch. His gaze never left her face. His thumb brushed her cheek again and again, steady, rhythmic.
"It's okay… it's okay… let it happen… I'm not leaving you," he murmured over and over like a vow being carved into fate itself.
Anna felt tears slip down her cheek before she realized she was crying. She wiped them quickly, trying not to let the shaking in her hands affect her readings.
"Ksenia," Anna whispered, "you're doing so well… you're holding on better than any previous test subject…"
Ksenia managed a breathy laugh between the pain.
"Of… course… I'm… better…"
Raj smiled, his voice a low hum. "That's my woman."
The monitors fluctuated wildly.
Cells rewriting themselves. Bones strengthening. Nerves sparking with new pathways. Everything inside her becoming something greater, something impossible, something only Raj could have created.
Ksenia screamed. Not from fear—
But from the overwhelming storm tearing her apart and remaking her.
Raj leaned close enough that his forehead nearly touched hers. "I've got you. I've got you. Don't fight it. Give it everything—you're stronger than this pain."
"I—am—trying—!" she forced out. And she was. Her fingers trembled violently, but she held onto his hand like it was life itself.
Anna felt something warm settle into her chest. Admiration. Awe. And a fierce, protective pride toward Ksenia.
For all her quiet strength. For all her love. For all the ways she taught Anna, without ever saying it, what it meant to belong to someone not by force, but by choice.
Raj whispered into Ksenia's ear, voice shaking with tenderness he usually hid under confidence.
"When this is over… I'll carry you… I'll warm you… I'll stay beside you until you wake. You don't do this alone—not tonight, not ever."
Ksenia's breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered. She clung to him with the last thread of consciousness she had.
And then her body went still. Not limp. Not lifeless. Just… still.
Silence flooded the room.
Anna froze.
Raj's voice dropped to a whisper, his hand still holding hers, his forehead pressing gently to her temple. "Sleep, my love… that means the serum reached the final stage. You did it… you made it."
Anna exhaled shakily. "Is she safe…?"
Raj looked at the monitors, then at Ksenia.
"She's alive," he whispered, relief cracking through his composure. "And she will be more than alive when she wakes."
He reached out with his free hand toward Anna. "Come closer." She stepped forward. He rested his hand briefly over hers, grounding her.
"I couldn't have done this without you," he said softly.
Anna swallowed, overwhelmed. "You… you trusted me with her life."
"And I will trust you again," he said. "Both of you are my women." Anna lowered her gaze, her heart trembling.
Raj glanced back at Ksenia and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, voice breaking into something raw and vulnerable. "Let's bring her home."
He lifted her gently into his arms—careful, reverent, as though she were the most fragile and precious thing he had ever held.
Anna followed him out of the lab, her heart steady, her steps sure, knowing something had changed forever. Not broken. Not replaced. But deepened. Bound. Strengthened.
The transformation had only just begun.
But the bond between them had already solidified into something unshakeable.