Glebs POV
"Thank you sir, your confidence in me will be justified"
I say into the telephone. I just wanted to open my mouth to say something, there was an officer coming in, standing straight as a candle. I look at him with a questionable look
"She's here "
he said
"Sir, the troublemaker has been found, if you may excuse me. Yes Of course Sir, "
I talk into the telephone and hang up. Going around my Desk to look out of the Window, I hear the steps of two pear of shoes, one of the solder and the one of our little problem
"It's beautiful, our Leningrad. All of those People down there - coming and going - creating a future for themselves"
I say, and it's true, our Leningrad is growing
"I stand at this Window for hours admiring them, and wondering why a few bad apples are getting into Mischief instead"
I pause.
"Why was I brought here" a scared voice said, a question so many say but where do I know the voice from I definitely heard it before
" I thought you could tell me, comrade !" I say in a loud voice now finally turning away from the window to look at the troublemaker and wonder struck me
"You? The frightened street sweeper? I'd almost." I hold, remembering that the Officers are still in the office, straining I look at the Officer in hope they get that they should go, I make a small hand gesture just to be safe. And they leave a confused look on their faces. And after I hear the door close, I look back at her.
"I'd almost stopped looking for you in the Nevsky Prospect"
I step toward her
"Anya right ?"
"Yes" she answered shortly, clearly uncomfortable
"I'm deputy commissioner Gleb Vaganov" I introduce myself raising my hand for her to shake, which she doesn't take, Ouch
"It's the uniform and Office that give the bad impression, I'm really not so bad" I say trying to lighten the mode, and it does, she smiles, yes
" See ? I have a sense of humor" I say and there it goes, dammit
I break the awkward silence by stepping forward and giving her my hand again, and she takes it. God, she is cold and shaking again, I just wanted to ask her for some tee, but before I could, I hear a loud scream
"ANYA" a woman's voice confused I look into the direction of the voice I hear the voices of the guards and there she came, a tall woman with beautiful brown hair, she wears similar clothes as Anya, she would be beautiful if she Hadden had that angry face.
"Get your hands off her, you хуй (Prick)" She says, and I let go of Anya hand like it was burning my hand.
"Anya, are you okay, did they do something to you, did they hurt you, If, so I'm happy doing something about it." She says, looking first at the guard and then at me with a look, that if looks could kill, I would now be a pile of ash and my soul going straight to hell.
"No I'm fine, just scared, he didn't do anything" Anya said, It made me smile
"Yet" She said looking at me, It normally takes a lot to scare me but that woman does.
"Who are you if I may ask, are you Anya's Mother" I ask, because the moment her eyes were on Anya she went soft.
"No, but I might as well be, My name is irrelevant, I'm here to know why Anya got arrested and why in the hell your Officers terrorize little children"
She said stepping towards me, I wanted to take a step back, but I have my pride.
"Anya was arrested for impersonating a Romanov, or so to be exact Anastasia Romanov"
"That's it, she got taken away by Officers in a way that neater she, nor I knew why, leaving her scared, just because somebody said that she impersonated a dead princess, so to get this right you arrested her because of rumors that she lived in a fantasy of being a princess"
She explained getting closer and closer so that she stood just a few inches away from me. I didn't know what to say
"Did I understand that correct ?"
"Yes Ma'm" I press out
"Don't you Ma'm me, I will take Anya with me now, because I don't see why she should stay here." She said going to Anya and putting a hand on her back
"Sorry comrade but, I will have to tell you that what Anya did is -"
"I don't care, she is practical a child, and you're going to scold her because she dreamt of being a princess, I'm sorry to tell you but not everybody get born into the position of General, some have to work day and night in dirt and death to get some food and hope not to freeze to death and to, like it seems, some dream of a better life than living in the streets between dirt and regret" She explains. There was a knot in my trout, God that hurt.
"The Romanov's are dead, every one of them and for the better, I should know I saw them before they closed the gate, so I will not risk it to get rumors going about Anastasia surviving" I say now, pushing my chest out.
"I know I was there too идиот (Idiot), I saw the blood, so you and I should know best that she was just living a fantasy "
She hissed. It took me back. She was there too? How?
"Now if you excuse me, I will take Anya with me now, A nice day sir" She said turning around and going towards the exit.
"Oh and If one of your officers put another hand on her without a good reason, I will personally cut off their hand and choke them with it, so you should be careful if don't want to lose any" that were her last words before leaving the Office. Fuck, that was not how I wanted to go, interesting. "Look after that woman, I want to know if she will be a fret to us" I say to the guards
"Yes sir" they say in Union. Interesting.
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