Site-17, October 26, 1989: 


Interviewed: SCP-2273 

Interviewing: Dr. Friedrich 

Forward: Interview was conducted in German. 
This interview took place one week after 
Interview 004. 

Transcript: 


Dr. Friedrich: Alexei, is now a good time? 


SCP-2273: Of course. What do you need to 
ask? 


Dr. Friedrich: First off, is the music player 
working for you? 


SCP-2273: Yes, it's doing wonderfully, thank 
you. So what do you want to talk about, 
Doctor? 


Dr. Friedrich: Well, for one thing, | wanted to 
know how your wounds were healing, for the 
sake of your medical supervisors. 


SCP-2273: The armor was built to survive 
heavy hits. See this slight indentation in my 
eye, here? A sniper hit me there. The bullet 
passed completely through my... well, | guess 
it's a helmet. Anyway, it healed within a month. 
| still have blurry vision there, but it works. 
These, on my arms, are just flesh wounds. 


Dr. Friedrich: That's wonderful news. Uh, you 
mentioned that the wounds were created when 
the Americans "pulled your weapons and 
supply pack off?" Can you explain what you 


meant by that? 


SCP-2273: My weapons were bolted directly 
into my armor. They would be attached the 
way you'd attach a machine gun or other small 
weapons system to a tank or wheeled infantry 
transport. 


Dr. Friedrich: Why did they do it that way? 
Why not simply give you rifles? 


SCP-2273: Doctor, look at my hands. The 
armor for an infantryman was not built for 
dexterity. | can't even fit my finger into the 
trigger guard of a regular weapon. 


Dr. Friedrich: Ok, | see. What are the two 
small scars between the major lacerations 
from? 


SCP-2273: My weapons were fired 
electronically. Two small electrodes ran into 
the armor and would pick up on nerve signals 
going to my arm whenever | flexed my index 
finger. When they pulled my weapons, the 
electrodes were pulled through there. 


Dr. Friedrich: Oh. That makes sense. How 
would you use your hands without accidentally 
shooting something? 


SCP-2273: We learned to keep that finger 
unclenched. 


Dr. Friedrich: | would hope so. 


SCP-2273: Was there anything else you 
wanted to know, Doctor? 


Dr. Friedrich: Yes. My supervisors also 
wanted to know what weapons you carried. 


SCP-2273: | carried two weapons with me at 
any given time, one bolted to each arm. On my 
right, | usually carried a Kalashnikov model 
1959, a 12.7 by 108 millimeter belt-fed 
machine gun based on the Kalashnikov 
assault rifle. On my left arm, | usually carried 
the Model 1964 23 millimeter semi-automatic 
shotgun, which could fire slugs, flechettes, 
scatter shot, flares, or grenades. | also kept a 
combat knife and grenades with me, but rarely 
used them. 


Dr. Friedrich: And you used your main 
weapons frequently? 


SCP-2273: What do you think? 


End Transcript 


Volgograd Bunker #6, October 13, 1962: 

A boy, not much older than five, stands in the front rank 
of a group of many, crying. 

"What is your name, boy?" 

"Alexei." 

"Do you have a last name?" 

"Belitrov." 

"Now listen, Alexei Belitrov. My name is Grigory. | am 
going to be working with you a lot from now on. Do you 


understand that?" 


"| want my mother." 


"Yes, Alexei, | know. But look at me. Your mother and 
your father have offered you up for a cause that is 
greater than you know. You have to be strong for them. 
Look around you. All these other boys? They're going to 
look out for you. And you need to look out for them. That 
makes sense, doesn't it?" 


"Y- Yes sir." 


"Good. Now look at this. Do you see this? It is a German 
5 Mark. It is a lucky coin. My father found it during the 
Great War. He kept it throughout the War and the 
Revolution. It kept him safe. He gave it to me, and it kept 
me alive during the Winter War and the Great Patriotic 
War. | have no sons to give it to, so I'm giving it to you. 
So long as you have this coin, you have nothing to fear, 
and neither do your brothers beside you." 


"Th- Thank you." 


"It's nothing, Alexei. Now, keep your chin up. You are 
with friends." 


Site-17, January 20, 1992: 


Interviewed: SCP-2273 

Interviewing: Isaac Abrahamovich 

Forward: Interview was primarily conducted in 
Russian. This interview was conducted by 
Site-17's Deputy Chief of Security, Isaac 
Abrahamovich, to determine SCP-2273's 
eligibility for downgrade to a Type-C Sapient 
Anomaly and the potential security risk it might 
pose. Dr. Friedrich was present in a support 
role. 

Transcript: 


SCP-2273, in Russian: Uh, hello? Am | 
needed for something? 


Dr. Friedrich, addressing SCP-2273: Alexei, 
this man is the Deputy Chief of Security on- 
site. He'd like to ask you a few questions. 


SCP-2273: All right then. What do you need to 
know? And what do | call you? 


DCS Abrahamovich: You may call me Agent 
Abrahamovich. I'm just here to assess your 
behavior, to figure out how you would behave 
under certain circumstances. 


SCP-2273: What sort of circumstances, Agent 
Abrahamovich? 


DCS Abrahamovich: | am not at liberty to 
discuss that. Now, those tattoos on your 
shoulders and this document both tell me that 
you are a soldier. What sort of combat 
experience do you have? 


SCP-2273: Mostly long-range combat. | was 
involved in some door-breaching, some close- 
quarters fighting, on some of my earlier 
campaigns, but | was mostly expected to give 
and receive orders, to lay down covering fire if 
| ever got close enough to see the enemy. 


DCS Abrahamovich: Any hand-to-hand? Fist- 
fighting? Use of blunt objects? 


SCP-2273: Almost never. | told Dr. Friedrich 
that | used to carry a combat knife, but | almost 
never had to use it as a weapon. 


DCS Abrahamovich: That's good to hear. 
What about your emotional state? How do you 
feel about the Foundation? 


SCP-2273: | have warm food three times a 
day. | am sheltered. | have music, and books, 
and | am finally able to relax without wondering 
whether | will wake up in the morning. The 
Foundation, you crows, have done more for 
me than | could ever have imagined. 


DCS Abrahamovich: Okay, SCP-2273, I'd 
like to ask you a few questions about your 
armor. 


SCP-2273: What about my armor? What do 
you want and need to know? 


DCS Abrahamovich: I'd like to know what 
your armor is capable of. How tough is it? How 
was it made? Can it heal? And how long would 
that take? In one of your first interviews, you 
explained that it provided tactical information 
and helped you formulate battle plans. What 
can you tell us about that? 


SCP-2273: That's a lot of questions. And your 
organization has had a lot of time to ask them. 
Are you sure you can't tell me why you're 
asking about this now? 


DCS Abrahamovich: Yes, I'm sure. 


SCP-2273: Fine then. I'll answer your 
questions in the order you gave them. My 
armor is bullet-proof up to 12.7 by 99 
millimeter machine gun rounds, besides 
around my head, which probably isn't bullet- 
proof at all. | couldn't tell you how it was made; 
crafting living things is amongst the engineer's 
best-kept secrets. | believe I've told Doctor 
Friedrich before about how quickly my armor 
can heal; most minor wounds are gone within 
a day, while more serious wounds vary. As for 
sensory and tactical information, it has thermal 


and radiation hazard sensors, I'm able to see 
into the lower part of the ultra-violet spectrum, 
and the armor has a very basic Identify Friend 
or Foe system. It can also pick up patterns that 
might indicate supplies, food and water, or 
signs of enemy movement, or help to calculate 
bullet and grenade trajectories. 


DCS Abrahamovich: Is there anything else 
you can think of that you might not be telling 
us? What about your communications? What 
kind of range do you have for that? 


SCP-2273: On a good day? | could probably 
broadcast out to 80 kilometers, especially if | 
were in a high place and the weather were 
clear. But messages going out that far would 
still be at risk of being lost to static, even under 
ideal conditions. On most days, though, | could 
only reach out to maybe half of that, which is 
why we'd leave couriers and scouts to keep 
information relayed back to our commanders. 


DCS Abrahamovich: Thank you, SCP-2273. | 
think that will be all for today. 


End Transcript 


Closing Statement: 

Site-17 Security has agreed that SCP-2273 is 
eligible to be downgraded to a Type C sapient 
anomaly so long as the following precautions 

are put into effect: 


¢ Any Security escorts for SCP-2273 must 
be authorized to use lethal force if a 
containment breach is attempted. 

¢ A radio signal jamming device must be 
in place and active at all times, or 
SCP-2273 must otherwise be prevented 
from broadcasting information off-site. 


Dr. : State your name. 

SCP-990: Are you trying to conduct an interview? 
Dr. : Yes. Is that all right? 

SCP-990: Sure, I'm game. 

Dr. : Please state your name. 

SCP-990: How about Tony? 

Dr. : Tony? Your name is Tony? 


SCP-990: | believe a person has the right to be called 
whatever they want to be called. 


Dr. : Very well then, Tony it is. 


SCP-990: Actually, | changed my mind. How about 
Richard? 


Dr. : That's fine with me. 

SCP-990: Richard it is. What's the next question? 

Dr. : Why do you threaten Foundation personnel? 
SCP-990: Threaten? Who's making threats? 


Dr. : You've predicted a number of unfortunate 
events involving the Foundation, including the end of the 
world. 


SCP-990: And has any harm actually come of it? 
Dr. : You murdered Agent 


SCP-990: [after a long pause] Doctor, | believe you have 
the wrong impression about me. 


Dr. : How so? 


¢ SCP-2273 must be prevented from 
learning the full layout of Site-17, to limit 
its ability to plot a containment breach. 


Sapient anomalies suitable for socialization 
with SCP-2273 are currently being evaluated. 
The most eligible candidate currently appears 
to be SCP-191. SCP-2273 has agreed to 
English lessons under the pretext of facilitating 
communication with non-bilingual staff. 


Volgograd Bunker #12, May 1, 1964: 


The same boy, older now, sits in front of a desk, his 
Captain in front of him. 


"Alexei, the Colonel has decided that he will assign rank 
amongst the trainees after your battle gauntlets are 
attached. He has asked me to select non-commissioned 
and commissioned officer candidates from amongst the 
trainees. I've already spoken with the other cadets | feel 
are ready for promotion. Most have agreed. Your platoon 
requires one more sergeant. Do you feel like you're 
ready for this?" 


"Yes, comrade Grigory. I'll do whatever you need from 
me." 


"That's wonderful to hear, Sergeant Belitrov. We'll be 
sending B Company to the Engineer's labs tomorrow 
morning. Our liaison tells us that attaching the gauntlets 
should be easier than it was to attach the boots. We'll 
also start true weapons training once you've all 
recovered, alongside Officer and Non-Commissioned 
Officer candidate training. This means you'll all get to use 


live ammunition." 


"This is good news! Do you want me to tell the rest of the 
company about live-fire exercises or the battle 
gauntlets?" 


"For the live-fire exercises, no. For the battle gauntlets, 
yes. | know it will be a painful experience, so | want them 
to be ready. But | want the weapons training to come as 
a surprise." 


"Thank you, comrade." 


"No, thank you, Alexei." 


Saint Thomas Aquinas Hospital and Asylum for the 
Paranormally Disabled, Austin, Texas, March 11, 
2004: 


An old man and a young woman are playing chess. They 
do this once a week, and have been since they met 
many years before. They are the closest either of them 


has to family, bound through the shared experiences of a 
shattered childhood and years of containment. 


"Check. That means your King is in danger, young lady. 
It is your turn." 

OK. CAN | ASK YOU A QUESTION? 

"What is it, dorogoy?" 


CAN YOU TELL ME ONE OF YOUR STORIES ABOUT 
THE WAR? 


"Victoria, you and | both know that you probably have all 


of my stories memorized by now. Besides, war is 
unpleasant. Why can't we talk about something else?" 


| LIKE THE WAY YOU TELL THE STORIES. AND 
LISTENING TO YOUR STORIES IS BETTER THAN 
NOT TALKING AT ALL. 


"Ok, if you insist." 


Volgograd Bunker #3, September 3, 1967: 


Over one hundred young warriors are riding an elevator 
that will take them to see the sky for the first time in close 
to a decade. Many will not be returning. 


"Lieutenant Belitrov, how do we know the air filters will 
work?" 


"They'll work, trust me. Have faith in the Engineers. They 
are working for the Soviet cause as much as ourselves." 


"| heard that they were building Armor for the Americans 
as well." 


"Don't be foolish, Sergei. Why would they build Armor for 
those Capitalist pigs? Look, we're almost to the surface. 
Get ready, boys! Make sure you have your night optics 
turned off! The doors are opening in 3... 2... 1..." 


Saint Thomas Aquinas Hospital and Asylum for the 
Paranormally Disabled, Austin, Texas, March 11, 
2004: 


The game is being cancelled. Which is a shame, 
because the girl was going to win in her next four moves. 


PLEASE LET HIM FINISH THIS STORY. 
"Sir, can we please just finish this game?" 


"I'm afraid not, Alexei. Visiting hours are almost over. 
And there are also concerns for Victoria's physical 
health. I'll personally see to it that your board isn't 
interfered with and that you may resume your game 
during your next visit." 


"| suppose that must suffice. | will finish my story next 
week, young one." 


| UNDERSTAND. 


Somewhere outside the ruins of Berlin, August 22, 
1975: 


Mortar shells are raining molten copper and corrosive 
acid down upon battle-hardened veterans, who used to 
be farm boys. Their Captain, once a private like them, is 
taking cover in a shell crater. 


"Sergeant Volkov! | need you to take your squad and 
lead them to that outcrop of stones to the south! Sokolov, 
| need your squad to lay down covering fire for Volkov's 
men. And does anyone have eyes on Sergei?" 


"Captain, | see him! He has Kuznetzov with him! | think 
they're trying to outflank the enemy!" 


"By themselves?! Volkov, when you get to cover, | need 
your best marksmen covering those idiots!" 


"Yes sir! Voloshyn, see if you can hit them with 
grenades! Yastrebov, use your rifle, see if you can take 
some of their heavies down!" 


"Lieutenant Soldatov, can you hear me?" 


"Yes, Captain, | can hear you. Will you please stay off 
the radios a moment? | am kind of busy." 


"Sergei, what the hell are you thinking? You're going to 
get yourself killed!" 


"I'm thinking that Sergeant Kuznetzov and | are going to 
flank the enemy while the rest of the unit draws their 
fire." 


"Sergei, get the hell out of there! Do you hear me? 
Sergei!?" 


Saint Thomas Aquinas Hospital and Asylum for the 
Paranormally Disabled, Austin, Texas, March 18, 
2004: 


After a week-long hiatus, the old man is returning to visit 
with the girl, for the much-anticipated conclusion of their 
story and their game. 


HELLO ALEXEI. 


"Hello, dorogoy, Victoria. Have you had an eventful 
week?" 


NO. WILL WE PICK UP OUR GAME? 


"Of course, little lady. Where is the orderly, the one who 
said he'd save the board for us?" 


HE'S GETTING COFFEE. HE'LL BE BACK SOON. 


"Ah. That makes enough sense. So little one, wasn't | 
telling you a story?" 


YES. 


"Well, where was |? Or where would you like me to start 
from?" 


YOU WERE MARCHING SOUTH, THROUGH CANADA. 


Toronto, Canada, July 10, 1989: 

Battle-weary soldiers, far from home, have just assaulted 
a fortress, a safehouse from before the war. Only a 
single room remains. 

"On my mark. 7... 2... 3!" 

"CONTACT RIGHT!" 

"RIGHT CLEAR!" 

"LEFT CLEAR!" 

"Major Belitrov, it would seem there's no one left here but 
refugees. These are all civilians. | don't think there are