[WP] We finally get men on Mars and they discover an old Soviet flag placed down decades ago. The Soviets won the space race but for whatever horrifying reason didn't say anything.

Blue eyes fluttered open as we stared down at the man from the tube. I watched as his pupils dilated to tiny specs under the influence of the bright, overhead lighting. He squinted, glancing around at us, before a smile lit his face and he started speaking. I didn't understand a word, but it sounded like Russian to me.

"Do you speak English?" Jack asked from the other side of the tube.

The Russian chuckled and sat up, "Of course I do. It has been some time, though. I like this form you have chosen. No-- let me guess! Alexei. You've always been good at this, but I have to say this is your most life-like yet!"

Jack and I exchanged a confused glance. "Who is Alexei? What is your name?" I asked.

The man rolled his eyes, "Now I know you are Alexei and Erik. It is Iosif-- save your jokes for Yury. They will no longer fool me... although the female form and the suits are a nice touch, Erik." He swung his legs out to stand and we backed up. Jack's hands tightened on the laser drill, pausing Iosif where he half-stood, half-sat. "Not Alexei and Erik, then." He said carefully, studying both our faces. "Ah."

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