Anastasia: Russia's First Czarina

Chapter Eight Part 1

After Ivan Vasiliev's funeral, which literally tore me apart, we went in different directions. Sofia went back to the palace while we went back to the hedge and slipped through the gate with Feliks locking it behind us, "Ivan will always be in our hearts " Feliks says, Misha, Boris and I agree. As Feliks drives off in his car, Misha runs to ours and bawls her eyes out, I can hear Boris whispering sweet things to her. Out of the corner of my eye I see two men with rifles near the car, I stride over and block their path, "sweetheart move" one of them say but I stand my ground by planting my feet in the dirt and crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't think so" I say with a smirk plastered across my face, "you listen to me, woman, your car can drive past the palace but not parked outside, do I make myself clear" the second one says trying to control the situation with his hand in my face, however, the smirk on my face grows bigger, I stare into his eyes as if I'm trying to burn his soul. Now it's my turn to control the situation, "actually you listen to me mister" I say wriggling my finger in his face, his eyes widen, obviously he has never been spoken back to before for, his reaction is really funny, I continue, "can't you see the poor lady in the car is having a panic attack and her partner is slowly succeeding to calm her, so no, don't tell me how to do things, so do I make myself clear that you should mind your own business" . I flip my hair over my shoulder and turn around skipping to the car and practically jump into my seat, the look on the men's faces are hilarious, they look dumbfounded not knowing what to do. "The tsar won't know about this" "agreed. Although I don't like being beaten over by a girl" they both storm off. I rest my back in my seat as Boris drives off and I start laughing like crazy, Misha and Boris look at me like, well, I don't know because I'm too busy laughing.

We finally arrive home to our house in ST.Petersberg, it had been a long night since Boris had decided to go to a Public House and have a few drinks, so now I have decided to go to bed and sleep if I want to feel enthusiastic tomorrow.

I change into my nightwear and climb under the cozy covers and fall asleep.