пошел на хуй (Fuck you)

Chapter 9

Gleb POV

Right there, she sits right there in that beautiful dress, she is so near and yet so far.

She's near at hand, Yet here I stand.

I can't do this, but I need to.

My heart and mind at war

It's for the revolution. It's for the good of Russia

The Times must change, The world must Change.

I can't let my heart control this. It's for the greater good.

And love is not what revolution's for...

I want her to be safe and warm. I want to take her away from this ending

Someone holds her safe and warm, Someone rescues her from the storm

Why, Why do I need to love her, Why.

Why do I love somebody that I can't have? Why do I need to do this? Can't I just take her with me, love her, keep her.

Why

Matrona POV

She's right there, sitting there, safe and sound. She is safe. If it is confirmed that she is Anastasia, Gleb will kill her. No no I don't think he can, he wouldn't, would he ?

I look at him sitting there with his face on his fist. At first, he seemed like he was focused on the ballet, but looking longer, I can see he isn't his eyes are fixed on a spot, not moving. He is thinking. Is he thinking about how he will kill her, see her die, lose her.

The thought hurt me. Would he kill her right here where everybody can see it—an assassination, let her bleed out with a bullet in her head, or will he kill her somewhere nobody will see, somewhere in an ally, leave her like a bag of trash ? I saw pictures of her body lying on the floor, a bath of blood around her, her eyes empty, and her skin white. I didn't notice that the ballet was over until the clapping of hands got out of my thoughts, I didn't notice that I was crying. I dried my eyes fastly before anybody could see, and started clapping with the others. After the ballet dancers went off stage I stood up and went to the entrance hall. It was full of people, but one now poked out of them all

Anya

I walked, no ran, up to her.

"Anya" I say silently but loud enough for her to hear. She turned around.

"Matrona ? " She asked, not believing her eyes.

"Oh Anya " I say, an relieved smile on my lips. I took her into a hug. It felt so good to have her in my arms again. Pull away a little, putting my hands on her checks, now seeing that she cried a little

"Oh, look at you, you look wonderful, just like a Princess." I say, wiping the tears away.

She smiled.

"What are you doing here ?" She asked.

"Coming after you, You didn't think I would let you go so easy without a real goodbye" I say

" You're not taking me back ?" she asked.

" You really think you could be Anastasia ?" I ask her. She nods her head.

" Then I will not stand in your way of being with your family, I just want you to not forget us, not me, not Radimir or any of them because they love you all so much. I love you." I say, tears coming back into my eyes.

Now it's her pulling me into a hug.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"Not for this, sweetly. I always keep you safe." I say this to her, hugging her closer.

"Anya, you're ready ?" A male voice said. We stopped hugging. I looked at the man; it was the younger one of them both.

She looks at him and at me. I look at her, Going forward, I press a kiss on her forehead. " If you ever need a home, you know where to find me," I whisper against it. Taking a few steps back.

"Goodnight, Anya," I say. She smiled at me and went with the man. I smiled at them. They love each other, a blind man could see it. Knowing that Anya will be safe, I go looking for Gleb. He was nowhere to be found, I assumed he left, so I did too. And I was right. Coming into the Hotel room, he was sitting on the couch with his hands going over his face in his hair. He was anxious...

" Gleb ?" I asked, but he didn't move. I step closer to him, now standing before him. I saw him close his eyes. I put my hand on his check, slowly going down to his chin to lift his head, now looking at me.

" You don't have to do this," I say to him, knowing what he had thought about.

" I do, it's for the revolution," he said, but I could hear that He didn't mean it.

" The Revolution does not need the body of a princess, It needs guidance and help from everybody it can get it from," I say, stroking his check with my thumb.

"I got orders, I need to follow," he tries to say.

" Well, who does the person think he is to give orders to a person equal to him?" I say, smiling when he looks me in the eyes.

"And you do know that nothing is confirmed yet, " I say. Now sitting down next to him.

"You don't really think that she isn't Anastasia, we both know she looks like her, " He said.

"Yes, she does, but I don't mean that. What I mean is that it isn't necessary that she be a threat to the revolution. The Anya I know never dreamed of big pretty dresses or a palace, Anya always dreamed of being seeing her family again, feeling the love of her family, the loving Embrace. " I say, looking Straight ahead in the memory of her telling me her dreams of a family that loves her, the nice ones, not the nightmares.

"You think she won't live like a princess" he asked.

" I don't think she could, she lived too long being in the streets, working and anything. You remember me telling you that I didn't want to take the bed because it would be too comfortable?" I explain.

" You think she is the same ?" He asked.

" I do, of course she will not go back to Russia, she would want to be near to her grandma, but she wouldn't live in a palace, maybe a cottage, and she wouldn't have servers or Maiden she prefers to do things herself, And to be honest she would like her own family. "

I explain.

" But to conform all this we have to wait till tomorrow, so we should catch some sleep, don't you think ?" I ask.

"Yea " He answered standing up.

" Good night Matrona " He said with a small smile.

"Good night, Gleb" I say smiling back.