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𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶V

Thomas Shelby and his brothers were in the private room, this time the door was open. They had full view of what was happening inside the Garrison.
Tonight was the celebration of Rasputin's birthday, a trusted worker for the Peaky Blinders. Even though the Peaky Blinders were seen as cruel and heartless Thomas made sure that his men were treated well.
"I see Rasputin is enjoying his night." John was leaning on the door frame nursing a cigarette.
Thomas looks over to see Rasputin dancing with a lady. His eyes soon shift to her. Thomas watched as she sang and danced on the stage with her cousin.
A small smile was on his lips, his brother Arthur noticed but didn't say anything.

"How is everyone enjoying their night!" The music dies down and the crowd cheers. "Especially you Rasputin." Everyone turns to Rasputin telling him happy birthday. "As honor of the man of the night what final song would like?" Rasputin went up to the stage and whispered something in Salomé's ear.
"He has told us to sing a song that contains his name." Salomé smirks at the crowd, everyone knew what song if was. Thomas knew as well, it was song that the Russian people made up about the Russian Queen most trusted advisor.
Even though it didn't have a good ending Rasputin loved it all because it contained his name.

"You all know what y'all have to do right?" The crowd cheers out. Salomé leans over to Joannes to tell what song to play and the word went around.
The drums start to play and soon all the other instruments went along.
Everyone started clapping their hands along with the beat.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Thomas watches as Salomé takes her cousin Louis arm and starts dancing with him on the stage.

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago, He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow, Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear, He could preach the Bible like a preacher, Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

"I'm going to go get a dance, Tommy you coming?" John looked back at his brother but Tommy just shook his head. Tommy didn't dance much after the war, the only time he would dance were at important events.
Instead Tommy watched with a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand.
John knew it was no use and left the private room.

Ra ra Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

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