Gleb POV
I woke up before Matrona, It hurts me to do this to her, her reassuring words yesterday were heartwarming, but I can't just wait to see if she becomes a threat to the revolution. I put on my suit and went on my way to the palace. Anastasia needs to die. I'm sorry Matrona At the palace I could already see the press stuck together in a big Mess, ready to see the long-lost princess. Slowly walking inside, waiting in the shadows till the press and the empress were gone, I closed the window doors. And step inside. There she stood in that beautiful red dress, looking like the Princess that she is. Her Back turned to me, staring into nothingness til she turned around.
"Gleb?!" She looked surprised.
"An underhanded girl, an act of desperation, and to my consternation I let you go" I say looking at the ground.
"Well not this time" I told her now looking into her eyes, her so telling eyes.
"Paris is no place for a good and loyal Russian" I say
"We are both good and loyal Russians" Anya says with pride in her eyes.
"I've come to take you home" I say, walking up to her. She steps away
"My home is here now" She says and tries to walk away, but I stop her in her track.
"Stop playing this game, Anya" I beg her. "I beg you "
" We both know it's not a game Gleb" She said looking me dead in the eyes. I sigh. Letting my hand fall to the sides.
"If you are really Anastasia, do you think History wants you to have lived ?" I ask her, waiting for just one answer.
"Yes!" wrong one, She said that like a queen.
"Why don't you ?" she asks, why ? Because I want you to be with me not fear me, love me like I love you.
"The Romanov's were given everything and gave back nothing until the Russian people rose up and destroyed them." I explain in hopes she would understand.
"All but one" she said confident. I step away, looking if anybody is in the halls.
"Finish it" she says.
"I am my fathers' daughter" she says standing proud.
"And I am my fathers' son" I say, pulling my father's gun. Anya stepped away.
"Finish it I must". There were a minute of silence between us.
"My father shook his head and told me not to ask, My Mother said he died of shame." I tell her, pointing the gun at her. She looked frightened, holding her hand out in protection.
"Look at their faces, In mine" she told me. Stepping further.
"Hear their screams" She told me, I lowered the gun looking at the ground. Stop over thinking you need to do this
"Imagine their terrors," she said, we walked in circles, I don't want to remember, stop it.
"See their blood" I look at her again.
"But I believe he did a proud and vital task" I say, more to myself than to her. DO IT
We stood across from another.
"And in my father's name"
"Do it !" she says. "And I will be with my parents and my brother and Sisters" she tells. God stop it, do it, do your job. I rubbed my eyes.
"In that cellar in Yekaterinburg all over again." she says, stepping forward
"The children, Their voices, A man makes painful choices, He does what's necessary, Anya" I say we stepped away from one another. I don't want to remember, Just kill her
I closed my eyes For Russia, my beauty I think to my self.
I turned my head to Anya siting on the throne. "What choice but simple duty"
"We have a past to bury, Anya"
"For the last time, who are you ? " I ask, please don't make me do this, Anya !
She stood up. "I am" a pause
"the Grand Duchess"She says, coming closer. No, please
"Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova" No standing still
Why ?! I charge the gun
"Be careful what a dream may bring !"
"A revolution is a simple thing !" I say, looking at the gun of my father. Stepping to Anastasia, holding the gun first at her throat and then at her head. NOW Shoot, for Russia, for Father, be better She stood there still, eyes closed, taking it prepared to die. I couldn't look at her right now, the gun still pointed at her head. Come on, do it you Coward,
I put down the gun, "I can't" I whisper. Breathing out. I'm a failure, father would be ashamed. NO,
I close the gun and loosen my tie, it chocks me, I break down to my knee, the gun at my feet. "I can't" I repeat. I look down at the ground. You are a shame to the family, to the revolution, to Russia.
A hand at my head stops my thought, Anya
"I mean you no harm, Gleb" she said with a soft voice and her hand glides of my head, but before she could leave I took it in mine. She stopped. A few seconds of silence.
"I believe you are Anastasia" I say looking up at her. She takes my hand in her two, and kneel down. We look each other in the face and she asks
"What will you tell them ?" Now standing up, her hand still in mine, I wait a second before I let go and pick up my father's gun. Looking at her, I say
"That I was not my fathers' son after all" I put the gun back into my jacked and stretch out my hand. Not really thinking she would take it. She did.
"Long live Comrade." I say, letting her hand fall out of mine as I walk away, and before leaving I take one last look at her.
Matrona POV
After waking up alone in the room, I panicked and put on so fast like I never did before. I ran to the palace. Please let her be alive, please.
After arriving at the palace, Gleb came out of it. I was too late.
"Gleb, did you-" I couldn't finish the sentence since Gleb interrupted me
"No, I couldn't do It" he said looking at the ground, I breathe out. She is alive, Anya is alive.
I smiled, and I don't really know why, but I hugged him. It took him a while till he laid his hands on my waist, not hugging back.
"You did the right thing," I whisper.
" You just say that because Anya was like your daughter." he said with a tone I couldn't point.
I broke the hug and put my hands on his cheeks, he leaned into it.
"No, I say that because it's true, the revolution doesn't need blood it needs you, a guidance with the right mind, we can't change Russia with violence" I say. He opened his eyes, his sad eyes.
"You think so," he says.
" I know so, now come on, as beautiful as Paris is I miss Russia, don't you ?" I say with a chuckle. Putting my hand on his arm.
"Yea" he said with a sad smile.
We took our luggage and went to the train station. We waited for our train in silence, till I saw the same young man that was with Anya at the ballet.
Why was he here and not with Anya ? But my question got answered when I saw a bright red dress. Anya. She looked beautiful. I didn't hear what they talked about, but what I could see, was their kiss. He is the right one, he will take care of her, I just know it. Ignoring the pair once the train announcement came, and we went into the train. I left with quite a mind and one deputy.
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FanfictionMatrona 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...
