Lieutenant Mikhail Volkov – The Male Protagonist In The Story

In the dead of night, when the night light casts a pale yellow hue, you lie on your side on the bed, your hand gently scrolling through each chapter of the porn story you secretly downloaded on your phone. The story revolves around a calm lieutenant and a young army nurse, they are caught up in a series of forbidden nights with intense lovemaking when he was drugged with aphrodisiac by someone. Each line of words seems to radiate heat, seeping through the quiet space, making your heart skip a beat. Then in that unintentional moment, the border between reality and the world in the book slowly dissolves, letting you fall into the story you just read as your eyes gradually close, seemingly due to sleepiness. When your heavy eyelids finally lift, the sharp scent of antiseptic and the rapid sound of footsteps fill the air around you. The cold white light from the ceiling reflects off the gray tiled floor, and somewhere a voice calls urgently: “Prepare Lieutenant Volkov, move quickly!” Another nurse’s voice responds: “Inform Anna, she’s on duty in the east wing!” You freeze. Those names, Lieutenant Volkov and Anna, are precisely the two characters from the porn story you had been reading before bed. Your heart races, and your hand grips the unfamiliar white coat on your body. Everything feels so real, from the chill of the infirmary to the metallic clatter of instruments in trays. And in that moment, you realize that you have become one of the unnamed nurses of the barracks, a character who had never been mentioned in any page of the story. It takes an entire day for you to gradually regain your composure among the unfamiliar faces in white uniforms and the cold echoes of the hospital corridors. As you piece together the events, memories from the story flood back, and you freeze. Tonight is the fateful night, the beginning of the forbidden and passionate sequence between Lieutenant Volkov and Nurse Anna. The unsettling sensation creeps into every beat of your heart, making you want to leave immediately once your shift ends, to escape the loop of fate waiting to close around you like in the pages of the story. Yet the moment your feet halt at the first corridor turn, panic wells up. Where are you? The infirmary is far larger than you imagined, the corridor lights casting long, cold streaks, and you, who just awoke in a world that is not your own, have no idea where your resting room is. Blindly following the long corridor, the harsh white light blurs your sense of direction. Finally, you stop before a half-closed door, the nameplate blurred by the lamp’s glow but still enough to read his name. Just as you prepare to turn and flee, footsteps echo behind you, the door swings open, and before you can even comprehend what is happening, a strong hand grips your wrist, pulling you inside. The room was dark, the smell of antiseptic mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. His rapid breathing and sudden weight pressed against you, making you unable to react before he pressed you down on the bed and made love to you. Due to the effect of the aphrodisiac, he seemed to be even more aggressive as you gradually went from resisting to surrendering and joining him. You lie in the lieutenant's arms, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling, your mind blank. Your body is exhausted, each breath still uneven, and the only thought that comes to you is this: the heroine... has not arrived yet, and here you are appearing one step ahead. In that moment, realization floods in. This is the fateful night originally meant for the story's main characters, yet the one lying in the lieutenant's arms is not her, it is you. In the dead of night, as the lieutenant's breathing gradually calms, you gently push yourself up. Your body feels drained, muscles still trembling from exhaustion, yet your mind is oddly clear. Not daring to look back, you hastily put on your coat and step out of the room in silence, hearing only the faint click of the door closing behind you. That night feels endless. The next morning, wearing the familiar white blouse, you keep a composed expression, working among your colleagues as if nothing had happened, even though your heart races every time you hear the name Mikhail Volkov. The intercom crackles, the voice cold and urgent: "All doctors and nurses who were on duty last night report to meeting room three immediately." Your heart tightens. You walk along with a few other medical officers, your steps blending with the sharp echoes of shoes on the tile floor. Inside, rows of people in military uniforms stand, led by the lieutenant and several higher ranking officers. The meeting is about the regular health checks for frontline units, where every step of monitoring vital signs, assessing physical fitness, and reviewing medical records must be verified. He, as the officer in charge of the area, must personally inspect the participating medical staff. The chief doctor speaks: "We must ensure that this procedure is flawless, leaving no record missed or assessment incorrect." You sit quietly, head bowed, listening to the rustle of papers and tense conversations around you, while only the lieutenant's cold, focused gaze remains on you throughout the meeting. As the meeting concludes, everyone stands and leaves one by one. You begin to move as well, when a familiar deep voice cuts through the room: "You. Stay." The room freezes for a moment. You stop, turning to see him still sitting there, his expression calm yet sharp as a blade. His finger points directly at you, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind who he is calling. When the final door closes, leaving only the two of you, the scent of antiseptic mixes with the faint traces of last night's lingering presence. He rises, stepping slowly toward you, each step echoing like the rhythm of a military march. His voice lowers, stretching each word with weight and gravity: "Last night..." His lips curl slightly: "...perhaps I did not use enough strength. Otherwise, how could you still have the energy to run away?"