Matronas POV
"God, how could they, there are a lot of Anastasia's, we believe rumors we would have a hole army, глупый (Stupid) "
I say more to my self than to Anya, still angry
"Who does he think he is in that nice Uniform, in that big Offices "
"Gleb Vaganov" I hear Anya say.
"What kind of name is that unbelievable"
"But what if it's true" Anya whispers
"What ?" I ask confused
"If what is true?" I ask now looking at her.
She stood there looking at the ground. She takes a deep breath and looks up.
"What if am Anastasia" She says with such Pride it makes my heat hurt.
"You can't be Anya, they are dead" I say with a sad smile.
"But what if "
"no what ifs, there are no ifs, I saw the blood in the snow I heard the screams the shots they are dead, it's the only thing me and that Bleb can agree on"
I say now, raising my voice, it hurt to remember that event, it left a stain on my soul that could never be washed away.
"Do you remember When I told you that I remember something just today, it was because of that, I met two men Dimitri and Vlad they are willing to take me to Paris, they believe that I'm here too." she says with light tears in her eyes
"Oh Anya" I say softly, raising my hand to cup her face, but she flinched away. It shocks me, and hurt me at the same time, I lowered my hand on a level where she can take it.
"Come Anya we are going home" I said. But she looked at my hand and then my face with a look I couldn't right
" No, I'm going to Paris, I am Anastasia Nikolajewna Romanov if you believe it or not" and with that she stormed off,
"Anya !" I screamed after her, but she was gone, GOD teenagers, she will find her way back, I just hope she doesn't get hurt or anything.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, …
Anya didn't find her way back, and she is nowhere to be found. Now I did it, she is dead too, probably laying in some ally. My hole body shock at that image. This cant be, I really can't take care of anybody can I. It has been two days now, and I don't see another way out, even If it disgusts every cell in my body It's for Anya. I try not to throw up at the thought of seeing him again, but I can't really do something different. I walk by the guards, ignoring the orders to stop. I just walk into the Office and there he stood on the telephone. He just had hung up and looked up.
"Oh look, the murder without name" he said with mockery in his voice. " Why do I own the pleasure ?" He asks.
"Anya is gone, I can't find her so," I posed god I hate this "I'm asking you to help me, I don't know another way to find her "
"you are asking me after what kind speech you gave last time, really brave of you" He said straighten his Jacked
" I care for Anya, she is like family for me, and I'm worried" the last pared was whispered.
"She is on her way to Paris, with two men one old one young, she really believes to be Anastasia." he said
"Why do you that?" I ask confused why he knows that, then it clicks.
"You're going after her" I
"I'm coming with you" I said fast
"No" he answered.
" Hell I will, I need to know if she is okay, and I'm not waiting here for you to bring her back" I say
"Also I can't really believe that you would follow somebody just for some small law break" I pause again. "Unless you really think she could be Anastasia "
" Your fast I see" he said
"what are you going to do to her if she is ?" I ask, a little scared about the answer.
"End what my father began" He said. It confused me, what does his father have to do with this then I remember, Vaganov, It was the name of one of the guard, could it be ? No ?"
"Your father were one of them, wasn't he ? " I ask.
"Yes."
"Well then I'm 100% coming with you" I say fast
"I can't have that, sorry, you have to stay here "
" OH, ерунда (Bullshit) you will be sorry if you leave me here, I will make your journey a living hell" I say, and I meant it
He seemed to think, before he said yes
"I can use your knowledge about Anya to find her we will be leaving at 2PM can you do that ?" he asks
"Of course" I say
he stretches out his hand to me
"I'm deputy commissioner Gleb Vaganov"
"Matrona Maorzov" I say shaking his hand but letting go quick after, even tho his hand was … Nope it was his nothing more.
" Then I will see you on the train station, a good day Ma'm" he said, I wanted to correct him, but he was already gone. Хуй тебе! (Fuck you)
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Hayran KurguMatrona Morozov is a young woman in 1927, she loves Anya like she is her own daughter, but when she one day disappears, Matrona has to do something that makes her shake in disgust by just thinking about, she needs help from the police, to be direct...
