RUSSIAN EPSTEIN
[ PROTOCOL EON ]
The novel exposes the monstrous moral decline of global elites from a radically new perspective.
At the same time, it is a daring descent into the depths of one’s own soul.
Hundreds of recovered files.
Audio recordings.
Names that were never meant to surface.
A Documentary Thriller. Based on Declassified Files.
ACCESS LEVEL: III
EON INDUSTRIES
What the files suggest
Among the fragmented records, one name keeps appearing — a Soviet-era physician linked to early experimental research programs.
He was reportedly involved in work that today would be considered highly dangerous and strictly regulated. His traces appear across different sets of files, never fully explained, but consistently repeated.
A forgotten name in the archive
HUMAN TESTING
Where things stand today
Current data suggests that EON is still active. Not locally, but on a global scale.
Some documents refer to privately controlled islands and a wide network of research facilities operating across multiple regions. The scale described is far beyond a traditional corporate structure.
Cross-checked fragments
The information does not come from a single source. It is reconstructed from multiple independent archival fragments that reference each other indirectly.
Individually, each file is incomplete. Together, they form a pattern that is difficult to ignore.
For years, researchers were chasing a compound believed to be the next breakthrough in medicine. Massive funding, international teams, and decades of work were poured into it.
But according to recovered materials, the origin of what they were looking for was not where anyone expected. It appears to have emerged from an unrelated and largely overlooked source.
Image recovered from File 017
Linked to Malachite records.
SUBJECT FILE — LADA
There is a woman who keeps appearing in the Malachite logs.
Not as a complete record — only fragments.
As if someone tried to track her… and then stopped.
No one explains how she was selected.
Her identity is unconfirmed.
And there are no clear indications of where she is now.
However, part of the files did produce results.
Several fragments were enough to pick up her trail — sufficient to confirm that she is real.
She appears to be in her 18s.
The first mention comes after an incident that is never explained anywhere.
After that, the entries become irregular — sometimes gaps of hours, sometimes days.
WHAT HAPPENED IN SHANGHAI?
The event that nearly destabilized EON’s operations in Asia.
Internal references link it to the origin of Protocol “Ash” — a digital containment procedure used in high-risk scenarios.
File 018 suggests partial replacement of a subject’s digital footprint.
Full scope remains unclear.
"This is how some stories end"
ARCHIVE L01
DR. SAZONOV
Former Soviet researcher.
Reportedly linked to chemical weapons programs (Novichok class).
References indicate involvement in early behavioral suppression experiments during the Cold War.
Currently associated with EON biotech division.
Believed to be leading research related to “Chronos”.
Status: active
MAXIM KHOLMOV
Founder of EON.
Background in private biotech investments.
Linked to multiple undisclosed research initiatives.
Internal documents suggest long-term interest in biological age modulation.
Connection to Subject “Lada” confirmed.
Last known activity: ████████
LADA
Student.
First mentioned in internal EON files following an unspecified incident.
Current location: unknown
Status: active source
Possibly non-compliant.
ADDITIONAL SUBJECTS
Multiple individuals referenced across archive files, including:
— political figures
— financial intermediaries
— medical personnel
Some identities remain partially redacted.
See File 008.
ARCHIVE ENTRY
SYSTEM LOG
SYSTEM LOG
At first, it felt like an opportunity.
Then — like a choice.
And then it became clear:
there was never a choice.
SYSTEM LOG
INTELLIGENCE FILE / DOSSIER
Brief dossiers of individuals whose names appear most frequently in the recovered files. The status and whereabouts of most remain unknown.
SYSTEM LOG
EON INDUSTRIES
SOURCE
KSENIA GROMOVA
Not a public figure.
Appears in connection with the recovery and partial reconstruction of damaged archive materials.
Identity, motives, and sources remain unclear.
No verified links to EON have been established.
No records indicate direct involvement in the “Malachite” program.
Available information suggests access to fragmented files obtained through restricted channels.
Attempts to establish contact following the archive’s release have been unsuccessful.
Last known location: ████████
HUMAN ASSET
HUMAN ASSET
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FILE: FINAL-ACCESS
The novel "Russian Epstein" is not a story. It is a reconstruction.
Based on fragments
that were not supposed to become public.
Some of the materials are lost.
Some are deliberately hidden.
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Friesians were a brilliant product of human violence against nature.
And the most beautiful horses in the world.
He knew that thrill.
To track. To evaluate. To acquire.
To know that somewhere there exists a thing without which the collection is incomplete—and to make it so that thing no longer exists separately from you.
With Lada, it was different.
He hadn’t chosen her. He hadn’t bargained over a price. He hadn’t calculated the investment potential.
She had simply happened—like a natural disaster, like lightning striking a dry tree.
But now the smoke had cleared, and the tree lay on the ground.
And he had to decide whether to use it for firewood or carve something eternal from it.
To collect is to appropriate not a thing, but a meaning: death, victory, genius, beauty.
Or youth.
Kholmov had always chosen the eternal.
He smiled, but the smile was like the one you give to a bothersome child.
"You know," she said, cutting through the tension, "I sometimes think about writing a novel about you."
"About me?" he looked up, genuine interest flickering in his eyes.
"Yes. A dark past. Secret labs." She said it with a light, playful intonation.
He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. His face became attentive, like a surgeon before the first incision.
"That’s dangerous," he said softly.
"What? Making things up about you?"
"You see, the world is full of ill-wishers, Lada. And not every writer," he paused almost imperceptibly, "has the means to hire good security."
"Is that a threat?" she asked. Light tone, almost joking.
"It’s concern." He reached across the table, took her hand. "The world is dangerous, Lada. Not all stories are worth telling."
"And yours?"
"Especially mine."
He squeezed her fingers—gently, tenderly.
There had been plenty of stupid mistakes over those months.
Mei Chen—the first and most terrible. Her digital profile still hung in the archive under the heading "Lesson #1. Unpredictability of reaction to metabolic acceleration." Then—three corpses in ravines, left by a former partner and investor (rest his soul), who had foolishly been allowed to take sources "home." He broke them like children break toys, going far beyond even the most pessimistic protocols.