двадцать Oдин (Twenty-One)

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Russian Translations:

Я люблю тебя - I love you

люблю - Love



And suddenly, just like that, she remembered.

Just like that. 

Mama

Papa

Olga

Tatiana

Maria

Alexei

And me. Me...

Anastasia...

Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova.

Daughter of Tsar Nicholas II, the last Tsar of Russia.  The last Grand Duchess of Russia.

Her mother her father, her sisters, her brother...

Mama, Papa, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Alexei, Anastasia...

Me...

She stumbled down the hallway, which seemed to be narrowing tighter and tighter with each step she  took, but she barely heard the blaring noise of the alarm over the nosiness and spinning of her own thoughts.

Of course, she'd heard the name many times in the last several decades of her prolonged existence, but never like this, never directed at her.

That had been it, that had been the trigger, her trigger.

So that meant-

What did it mean?

Anastasia Romanova

Tatiana Vasilivna

Ilana Shapira

Sascha Shostakov

The beginning, the middle, and all the way to the end. 

Several names, several identities, but only one that she truly was. 

She blinked hard - suddenly everything was flooding back, her name-trigger sending everything spilling back into her memory. 

Just like that. 

That night at Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg, the gunshots, the screams...

But that was all she could remember, but not because she couldn't remember, but because her situation did not allow her to. Suddenly, she was snapped from her memory prison, only because she was thrown off balance, literally. The whole floor was tipping - no, the whole entire building was tipping.  The entire structure in the sky was falling. 

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