#comrade sechenov

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

"Olvídate del refri, ven a tomarte un tecito con panque con migo."

Enserio no puedo creer lo que Atomic Heart le hizo al internet...

[johankasas]

What did he tell him

[fly-in-butter]

Smirnov Semyon Semyonovich

29 yrs old/ social credit 5.4

Work place:

Complex Vavilov, pesticide workshop

Job title: chemist-polimerist

Dossier

An extremely modest, kind, quiet and even shy person. He was sent to the Vavilov complex for his very unusual approach to plants, his strong love and care for them.

(Spotted having heart-to-heart conversations and dancing with plants)

After entering algocech Semyon Semyonovich showed great success in crossing polymers and created a completely new and irreplaceable soil for a new type of plant called “shoot”

For his great successes, the young man was sent to the pesticide workshop to work on a project under the code name <REDACTED>

In the process of work, Semyon Semyonovich became the best friend for comrade Sadykov

( According to Smirnov, “comrade brought me food")

As a result of his work on <REDACTED> Comrade Smirnov got into an incident and was subsequently not found.

The case needs to be reviewed by Academician Sechenov.

[ershebet]

Larisa: Don't ruin my shoes

Sechenov: How to use the toilet with a jumpsuit? I think we should reconsider the design of the work form

P-3: *♪ Parody of a voice ♪* Comrade, actually, an enterprise is not a place for smoking! Stop using an electronic cigarette right now!

Char-les: Comrade Major, I am glad that you have the strength to fool around again

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Clothing exchange

[mia-cot]

p-3 began to grow a pigtail (chariton is not thrilled)

translation:

Sechenov: son, have you decided to change your style?

p-3: y-yes… but if it is-

Sechenov: I like. Let it be.

Chariton: *my god, why am I putting up with all this…*

Chariton: comrade major, don't you think it's time to visit a hairdresser?

p-3: don't think.

p-3: and what are you doing!? get off my hand!!

Chariton: excuse me, comrade major, I just like yours.. muscles. *goes into inaccessible mode*

p-3: ...???

p-3: CHA-A-ARLES!!

[paleparadisenight]

Dmitry's poses above: Syringe poses by Sewer Sims.

I once wrote a raunchy AU fanfic, where comrade Sechenov was a lovable sociopath mentally linked to Sergey through the Kollektiv 2.0. (AO3 Если бы).

Oops

[likealayka]

What if Atomic Heart Rammstein AU...

They can be either scientists or musicians - VIA Rammstein our beloved

Given that the game has German soviet republic and cunty Stockhausen it won't be out of character ig... Besides when the malfunction happens they can slay the robots with all of their might I'm sure

Alternatively: one of them is the protaginist (no shit taker comrade major with strong arms and such) and another is their companion (ai in a polymer glove, snarky, sassy and very smart. Might or might not be having ulterior motives) and they're forced to traverse the beautiful deranged lanscape of 3826 to find the hashtag truth or something

Or!

(Schneider as Sechenov, genius scentist Daddy, Olli as the Twins, two tall menacing ballerina robots, Flake as Char-les, that snarky polymer glove ai, Till as P-3, comrade major that have seen some shit, Paul as Stockhausen, Sechenov's right hand with cowardly diva vibes/Larisa, genius neurosurgeon with a crush on Petrov, Richard as Petrov, fucked up theatre actor with penchant for dramatic bitch behaviour and marriage proposal for Larisa in his pocket)

Aight logging off forever this post is for nobody else but me hhhh

[nechaevsstuff]

sechenov as a cat???

yesterday i decided to try to draw a cat after a loooong time (without a reference because im a dummy and i never use references)

it turned out... meh

i wanted to go a different way with the piece but im like "whatever, stuff happens"

and so, heres sechenov as a cat!! in my style and stuff :DD not something im proud of but its a silly kitty cat so i thought it would be good to share this

also i told my comrade™️ that i hate smažák (fried cheese but in czech) and because hes not czech for some reason he thought of "smack ass"

truly an unforgettable experience

as always, i hope that yall r having a great day ^^

[madeinabyssxatomicheart]

Chapter 8: Victor Petrov: Dead or Alive

P-3 walked towards the odd device. Slowly, but surely, he approaches the machine, no idea of what it is capable of. Upon approaching, the machine begins to whir and turn on. Then it suddenly opens its doors, and out comes the wires. The wires came from all sorts of directions, all of them latch on to P-3 and toss him around. “Ooh, I haven’t been with such a man, much less a stud like you!” The machine said, “Such strength, such durability, Men like you really turn me on~.” Shit, P-3 thought to himself, If this continues any further, he’s gonna be mincemeat. “Char-Les, what do I do?” P-3 asked. Char-Les replied, “Get me close to her connectors, I’ll try to calm her down.” P-3 struggled against this mad machine's tentacles, finally pulling free one arm to grab one of the wires. He then freed the other arm and held Char-Les close to the wire. He emitted an electric shock to the machine. This however seemed to sexually excite this improper fridge, who only intensified her violent tussle. P-3 continued to try to subdue this mad creature. After a few shocks later, the beast was finally tamed. P-3 was gently put down and allowed to talk to the fridge.

“Well sugar, I’m dearly sorry for tuffling you up a bit, it’s just been so long that I’ve been with such a succulent specimen such as yourself.” P-3 felt weird being called that, “Thanks, but I’m not interested ma’am.” “No worries darling, no matter how far you walk away, you’ll always come running back to me~,” the fridge said saucily. P-3 hopes he really doesn’t have to, “Well, pardon me but you’re supposed to be a manufacturing unit?” “Yes darling, but that name is such a drab title, I’d prefer Elanora,” answered the machine. P-3 thinks that is actually a nice name, it’s better than calling her a machine. “Well, Nora, I need an upgrade to my weapon,” P-3 requested. Nora complies, “Certainly major, just put your big tool inside me~.” P-3 really wants to get this over with. He puts his axe inside Nora. Nora takes it and shuts her doors, in the meantime, a whirring and clunking sound happens inside her. After then, hee doors open again, and Nora presents P-3 his new and improved swede.

Good, P-3 grabs the axe and checks out its new features. His improved weapon now presents a pick attachment. Now he should be able to swing this thing around more easily. “You know sugar, I can also upgrade your glove too,” added Nora. P-3 stared at Nora with interest. A compartment in Nora opened up in Nora. P-3 wasn’t sure if this was some sort of trick, but she did give him an upgrade, so might as well take the chance. He puts his left hand inside her. The compartment closes shut, and Nora begins to work her magic. To P-3, the sensation was weird, almost felt like his hand was burning, but at the same time, not. Then Nora was done, P-3 pulled back and observed his hand, nothing seemed to change, but it feels different all the same. With the upgrades all said and done, P-3 issued a thank you, and left to find Petrov.

P-3 walks up to a closed off gate. There doesn’t seem to be any sort of way to open it, then P-3 looks up and sees the electric chargers. Char-Les whirs awake, “comrade major, point me up to the chargers, then think of electricity.” P-3 complies, pointing him up and thinking. Suddenly, electricity jumped out from the palm of his hands and activated the chargers. P-3 was taken aback, guess Nora did give a handy upgrade. He walked into the next room. Upon arriving, he heard a voice, he hid in the shadows and listened in on the conversation.

“Larisa, are you ok?” “…Ok, good, that’s great to hear.” “Listen, you need to be careful, Sechenov has sent one of his lap dogs after us, be wary of a man in a gray jumpsuit!” “Wha … What do you mean you met such a person? No, how could you have not known it was him.” “You should have left him for dead!” “… sorry, I shouldn’t have said something like that. It’s just that … this plan is going to shit too quickly.” “Well then, we have to move quicker to get the truth out then.” “Alright now, hanging up … love you.” … “No, I’m not giving that thing my regards!” “I don’t care, I’m not treating it like a son!”

P-3 finally buts in the conversation, “Having relationship issues?” The man turned around suddenly, shocked, that man being Victor Petrov. “Who the hell are you?,” inquired Victor. P-3 replies, “I’m that soldier you wanted dead, dickhead!” Victor couldn’t believe it, he’s here and now present, “You … you keep away from Larisa!” “Relax, you and your girlfriend will just be taken in and given the appropriate punishment for what you and only you have done,” threatened P-3. “You keep Larisa out of this, she had done nothing wrong,” relented Victor. His back up against the open door, and thankfully, and a candle next to him. He quickly grabbed the candle and bolted through the door. P-3 tried to pursue, but the door shut in front of him. Then an alarm went off, a tube in the wall turned on, and a small pchela popped out. Then another, then another, until P-3 is up against an entire hive. The machines swarmed around P-3, taking turns to poke P-3 with their stingers. P-3 has a couple of pierces, but he turns the table around. Taking his axe out, ready himself, and swings his weapon in a complete spin, taking out all of the flying machines as they fall and break apart.

P-3 harks, “Crispy critters, he got away,” frustrated that his target had run off and escaped. Char-Les hopped in and assured P-3, “Easy now major, you may have lost the battle, but the war is yet to be over.” Befuddled, P-3 says, “… What!?” Char-Les clarified, “You may have lost him P-3, but we can still catch him if we hurry ourselves before he can properly get away!” P-3 relents, “The prick locked the door behind him, how are we gonna get him now?!” Char-Les answers, “Simple, we look for a candle and put it in the socket, that way the door reactivates and opens for us.” P-3 understood the assignment and told Char-Les okay. He went on to find a candle, and continue his pursuit of the traitor. Because once he gets his hands on Victor, there is going hell to pay!

[madeinabyssxatomicheart]

Chapter 5: A Gentlemen's Coup

Everything hurts. P-3 only saw the blurry blue sky. Then the rays of the sun blinded, making him squint and cover with his hand. He rolled over and lifted himself up with hands, then with his legs. The sight he saw was familiar, yet different. Destroyed vehicles and mauled bodies are strewn about, but polymer blobs, animals, and in the distance machines roam around. “What the fuck … Charles, what happened?” He lifted his right hand, the glove opened a small compartment, and a batch of wires popped out. “From what I can tell Major P-3, you were knocked out when the car crashed and now we are here.” “I know that glove, what I mean is what happened while I knocked out,” P-3 corrected. “Apologies, From before you were knocked out, a Drofa robot was acting unusual, directing its course towards our way, and crashing into the bumblebee machine, causing you and the kids to crash the car.” A feeling of dread rushed over P-3, “ OH FUCK, THE KIDS!!!,” he continues, “I have to tell Sechenov about this!” He plants two fingers to his forehead and makes a telepathic call. Sechenov picks up, “P-3, what is it!?” “Sir, something went down in the Vavilov complex, a machine went haywire and crashed into transport,” P-3 says. “I am aware of the situation, at the moment, the politburo has called for a nationwide shut down to prevent further problems,” Sechenov noted. P-3 sheepishly adds, “Also … Riko and Reg were with me and are now missing.” “WHAT!,” Sechenov yells. “But it’s alright, Reg is with Riko, so they should be safe,” P-3 assures. Sechenov explains frantically, “Yes, but there’s only so much that Reg can do, He can take on one or two machines, but not an army!” P-3 responds, “Then I’ll just go and find them.” Sechenov declines, “Negative, I’ll get someone else to go find them.” Sechenov continues, “What I want you to do is to go to the Vavilov complex, as our sources tell us that a prisoner by the name of Victor Petrov has started the event, and he’s in the Vavilov complex at this very moment.” “But -,” “No buts, just do as you're told now!” Not wanting any further complication, P-3 gave in, “yes sir, make sure whoever finds them, finds them alive.” “I swear in it that they will be,” Sechenov promises. The call ends, “Well comrade major, shall we get going?,” Char-Les asked. A moment of silence occurs, a minute passes, then it breaks, “yeah!”

Things have gotten out of hand. The politburo is riding up Sechenov’s ass over a nationwide disaster that they assume he has some hand in it. They didn’t exactly say that in his face, but he knows them. They weren’t big fans of his radical ideologies, especially HIS ideas of progress. To add on to the stress, P-3 has brought Riko, the daughter of one of his dearest friends to the point he sees her as a close nephew, and Reg … oh god, Reg. Sechenov couldn’t bear losing him, he put so much work into making him, so much blood and tears…He shouldn’t be harmed, no matter what. He calls for the figure hiding in the dark, “Ozen, you go out and find the children, and bring them back alive.”

Upon walking up close to a small shed, out in the distance, a giant worm-like beast pops out from the ground, high in the sky, before falling down to the ground. “Holy fuck, Char-Les, what the hell was that,” asked P-3. Char-Les explains, “that of what you just witnessed is called a burav, they mostly spend the days underground digging for rare materials humans most likely could never dig,” though he also expresses a concern, “though with our current situation, a rogue burav could spell unmitigated disaster.” “Damn,” P-3 replied. He walks over to the fence, where out in the distance, he sees towers of smoke coming from the nearby cities, towns, and villages. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a voice beckons for help from a nearby outhouse. P-3 rushes over and opens the door. Inside, a vova sits to the side of the latrine, P-3 peers down the hole, and he makes what seems to be a man covered in shit. Then something from behind grabs P-3, and tries to push him down the drain too. P-3 resisted and struggled back, prompting the attacker to grab him by the neck and toss him away. Before P-3 could get back up, the attacker kicks him in the face and down on the ground. The attacker reveals itself, being the vova from the outhouse, and now it proceeds to get down and choke P-3. P-3 tries to push the robot, this time with no avail. All seems lost, until someone else behind the robot kills it by stabbing a pitchfork through its mechanical skull, prompting the robot immobile. 

P-3 is then helped up by an elderly woman. P-3 thanks the woman, she replies, “No sweat, Sonny.” P-3 then asks three questions, “What’s happening here on the ground?” She replies, “In case you didn’t get it in your head, robots have gone mad and started killing people, what was once a peaceful home has now turned into a damn madhouse.” “Have you seen a man?, goes by Victor Petrov.” She replies, “Maybe, I once saw some cheeky fellow with some woman around these parts,” she continues, “If he’s the cause of all this, I hope you find him and strangle his pencil neck!” And the final question, “I came with two kids, Riko and Reg, both small, one with green eyes, blonde hair, and white skin, the other with brown hair, golden eyes, and tanned skin, we got separated during our transport, have you seen them.” The lady was quiet, then she spoke, “I know the girl, but not the boy.” “I’ll keep an eye out for them, but you must pull your part too, if anything happens to that girl I swear I’ll tear you a new one!” P-3 steps back, “Okay, okay, jeez.” He remarks, “I wouldn’t want anything happening to her too, I promise I’ll pull my load of responsibility.” “You better,” threatened the lady. “Anyway, nice talking to you, miss—,” P-3 asks the lady. She says, “Zina, Granny Zina.” 

Before anything further happens, a pchela flies by with a dandelion attachment, spots them, and then raises an alarm. “Shit!” Granny Zina yelps, “Hurry, over here,” she pulls P-3 to a pole of the shed, “Take this key and turn it clockwise, hurry, we’ve only got 15 seconds.” P-3 quickly shouts, “15 seconds till what?” Zina replies, “Till we’re fucked, Sonny, royally fucked!” While P-3 is preoccupied turning the key, Granny Zina rushes over to a stack of crates, opens one of them up, and pulls out a kalash. She then proceeds to shoot down the upcoming owls and drofas. “EAT SHIT AND DIE!!!,” she shouts as the robots explode in the air, or fall down to their demise. Granny Zina stops and sees in the distance, two bumblebees coming close, carrying two crates. Granny Zina then makes way by dropping the kalash, opening another crate, and pulling out a fat boy, she calms her breath, focuses, takes aim, and fires a twirling rocket at one of the transport bots. The rocket hits the one on the left, causing it to stumble and crash into the one on the right. Granny Zina runs out of the way of the impending crash. The left bumblebee drops the crate to the ground, and the right one drops it in front of P-3 before crashing to the side of the cliff. P-3 had finished turning the key, revealing the elevator. Then the crate in front of him opens up, A belyash activates, and then jumps towards P-3. It slams its claw down to the ground, pushing P-3 to the elevator. It also somehow broke the elevator, as it sends P-3 all the way down to the lower levels of the Vavilov complex. P-3, rugged but not harmed, stands up. Char-Les inquires about P-3’s well-being, “Are you alright, major?” P-3 lights a cigarette and smokes it, “Never been better.”

[madeinabyssxatomicheart]

Prologue

"I never thought that, in my life, I would be put in this situation," Sechenov pondered in his thoughts. In about four weeks, the biggest moment in Russian history will come, and with it, the end of all living things. He sits in his chair, contemplating what led up to this very moment. Why does he, of all people, be left with the fate of humanity in his very grasp. He thinks about this until he receives a call from someone, interrupting his train of thought. 

He picks it up, it’s Stockhausen. "Yes comrade Stockhausen?," Sechenov requested. "Comrade Sechenov, We have made remarkable progress in our Iron Soldier Program," Stockhausen replies, "We have gotten an increase in intelligence, big enough for subjects to handle weaponry, next we will focus on the control aspects next." Sechenov sighs,"Very good, have a good day and leave me be." "Farewell sir," Stockhausen hangs up, and leaves Sechenov to his own devices. 

Immediately after, deep laughter was heard. Sechenov looks around, tense, but sees no one but his bodyguard, a mechanical ballerina. Frustrated, he calls for his guard. The android walks towards and stops by his side. "Device," he calls out, and android lowers her hand and opens it to reveal a small, golden device. Sechenov picks it up and inspects the device. "In four weeks, polymer vaccination day will come and unite the people under one network," he closes his hand and tightly grips the device, "In four weeks, everything will change." "I am ready, old friend."