Per 
Scp: [awaiting approval] three little men in in a flying saucer
Object class: safe [formerly keter]
Special Containment procedures:
The wreckage of scp-s1 is to be housed in site 14s vehicle salvage depot within the hazardous materials section, due to the amount of solar radiation scp-s1 absorbed during its time in orbit standard NBC procedures are in place including mandatory use of radiation suits, Geiger counters and chemical showers.
All three instances of scp-s1-a are to be housed in site 14s low risk entities wing and are currently under the care and supervision of doctors [redacted], [redacted] and [redacted]. Subjects cell is the former gymnasium of [redacted] township taken over by the foundation in 19[redacted] during the [redacted] incident, see site 14, addendum 776315. The gymnasium has proven to be an ideal containment cell due to its size and resembling the childhood home of scp-s1-a. The cell is set up with living, teaching and play facilities, respectively. At least one level 2 operative is to be supervising scp-1a at all times and no mention of the current year is to be mentioned until authorised by doctor [redacted]
Physical attributes:
Scp-s1 is a disc shaped capsule similar in construction to the Russian made Vostok space capsules with components and materials consistent with that time period, the exterior paint is olive green and the faded remains of a large red star are visible. The interior is small containing three child sized safety seats and a 2 way radio system operated via a single, large, illuminated button, the crafts life support system is spartan at best and holding barely 12 hours of oxygen and having only rudimentary heating and radiation shielding. The craft appears to contain no onboard controls and its black box is heavily damaged and at present, undecipherable.
Scp-s1-a refers to 3, 3 foot tall entities wearing what appear to be small, heavily worn, versions of soviet made Yastreb space suits each baring a small plastic replica of the soviet medal for personal courage, each suit is also equipped with a personal voice box which allows communication via a grainy and distorted version of the occupants voice and connection points to link to the oxygen supply of scp-s1, the voice box does not appear to require a power source. Each suit has had it’s buckles, straps and clamps fused closed on a molecular level, including the visor of the helmet the event which caused this is unknown, the helmet of each suit appears to contain the skeletonised head of is former occupant however owing to the fact the helmets cannot be removed further examination is not possible and due to lead lining within the suits, x-ray examination has also proved impossible, scp-s1-a appears to have no problem being able to see, hear or smell, they do not require food however do need rest and sleep. The entities refer to themselves as Dima, Khristina and Maxim respectively and their names are to be used when conversing with them they speak Russian at levels consistent with 10 or 11 year old children and their voices reflect this, each subject at the time of recovery believed it to be the year 1959 (see addendum scp-s1-a-3), despite not physically aging the entities appear to be maturing mentally and emotionally and an appropriate curriculum of teaching has been put in place to support this as per request of the ethics committee.
addendum: scp-s1-a-3
Small brass name tags have been attached to the front and back of each suit to aid identification, additionally site staff are forbidden to reference the current year until all of scp-s1-a are at an appropriate age mentally, this is to minimalize any emotional fallout from them realizing it is in fact the year 20[redacted]
History:
Scp-s1 first came to foundation attention in 1994 when an object was detected entering our solar system at very low speed, after approximately a month the object entered earths atmosphere and began an uncontrolled decent over [redacted] Russia, the scp foundation were contacted when broadcasts from the object were found to be the sounds of children crying and screaming in Russian, search and rescue team R13 (Tibetan Mastifs) were deployed to follow its trajectory and survey the crash site, upon arrival scp-s1 was discovered almost intact semi buried in snow with the remains of a parachute and despite high radiation spikes the team battled to free the occupants of scp-s1, eventually resorting to cutting open the main hatch with a power saw, upon the discovery of scps-s1-a-1, -2 and -3, the craft and its occupants were transported to site 14 for further study and a fake story about a downed plane were circulated.
Interview log: Scp-s1-a-12
Interviewer Dr [redacted] assistant researcher scp-s1
Interviewee Scp-s1-a “Khristina”
The following interview was conducted approximately 1 month after the recovery of scp-s1 and has been translated from Russian
++Log Begins++
Dr: hello Khristina, how are you today
Kristina: I’m happy today doctor [redacted] I drew you a picture
Scp hands Dr a picture of a crudely drawn pink flower
Dr: thank you very much Khristi, ill hang it up where everyone can see it
Scp claps its hands in what appears to be a show of delight
Dr: I was hoping to ask you some questions today, about your spaceship? Is that ok?
Scp: the mission?
Dr: yes please
Scp: the commander said I wasn’t supposed to tell because it was for the good of the people
Dr: pretty please, I promise I won’t tell
Scp appears to regard doctor [redacted] for a moment before answering
Scp: the commander said that my brothers and I would be heroes, that they needed our help on the new space rocket and only we could do it
Dr: what about your parents? What did they say?
Scp: I don’t know who my mummy is, my brothers and I grew up in an orphanage
Dr: I’m very sorry to hear that, do you want to take a break
Scp: no, it’s ok, I have my brothers, they look after me
Dr: of course, so how did the commander find you?
Scp: some men in black suits came one day, the carer lady took me and my brothers to them, the man gave the lady an envelope and shook her hand, then we went in a big black car to the base
Dr: I see, what happened then?
Scp: we met the commander and he gave us our mission; they needed our help with the new rocket, and we were going to space
Scp raises its arms in dramatic fashion as much as its suit will allow
Dr: wowee, can you tell me about that?
Scp: promise you won’t tell?
Dr: I promise
Scp: we got up really early to put our suits on, then the commander came to give us our medals!
Scp gestures to the heavily worn plastic medal pinned to its suit
Scp: he said we were heroes! And, and that the people would thank us when we got back!
Dr: that is very special, then what happened?
Scp: we went on the rocket, it was so big, they strapped me in with my brothers, then we did the countdown, and then WHOOSH
Scp once again raises its arms in dramatic fashion
Dr: that must have been very scary
Scp: there were 2 huge bangs! my brothers cried but I didn’t, then everything got light and floaty!
Dr: ooooh so then what happened?
Scp: the man on the radio said that we had to turn off the radio for a few minutes so we could save our batteries but he promised he would be back soon and the commander told us how happy he was!
Dr: and did he talk to you again?
Scp: I don’t know, I got very cold and fell asleep, when I woke up Maxim was crying and everything was shaking and making loud noises, please don’t tell him I was scared
Dr: don’t worry, I won’t
Scp: thank you, there was a big crash and it was very hot, the then the nice men got the door open and brought us here
Dr: wow I see, thank you so much for your help today Kristi, you can go play now if you like
Scp: will you come see us later dr [redacted]
Dr: I will, I promise
++End Log++
Addendum: since learning of their existence, scp-2273 has requested a visit to site 14 and to scp-s1 and s1-a, request has been granted via the ethics committee and suitable preparations are being put in place.
Addendum: Personal Log Dr [Redacted], head of scp-s1 research
++Log Begins++
We all know the stories of hushed up cold war experiments, human guinea pigs, all covered up by the iron curtain, but orphaned children? Really? Those sick [Redacted]
++End Log++
