Anastasia: Russia's First Czarina

Chapter Nine

News spreads through Saint Petersburg that Sofia is being my spy, I feel guilty, she shouldn't have to deal with my problems. I currently have my head in my hands, Misha and Boris looking at each other, their faces looking just a guilty as I am. I didn't know it would lead to this. I have a suspicion of what Lenin will do to Sofia, and it's not good. I can't walk through the city anymore, people look at me in disgust, and call me names. I want to give up on life altogether, but, that's what Vladimir expects me to do, I need to be strategic, I need to find a way to knock Vladimir off his starting of an empire, and gaining the trust of the people.

I know what I have to do. I know there are people out there, who would like to help me but are scared to rise against Vladimir.

"I know what I must do," I say.

"What is it?" Misha asks.

"We are going to move,"

"Where," Boris says suddenly.

"There's an dark alleyway not far from here, we can hide out there for a while."

Boris and Misha look at each other nodding, at that very moment the door swings open revealing the Czarina, she is wearing white stockings, boots, navy skirt, knitted apron, a white button shirt, crème jacket, hair braided into a low bun and has a white bonnet over the bun.

"What on earth are you wearing," Boris says almost laughing.

"I needed to disguise myself."

I asked Sofia what has happened, and she simply replied with that the retard Vladimir discovered she was the spy and locked her away, but she managed to escape and came straight here. Together we agree, that the alleyway is the safest option, so we grab as much as we can carry, which is basically clothes and that kind of stuff. I send a letter to Feliks explaining our situation, but before I can actually get up and post it, he comes walking through the alley at the exact same time.

"I'm just in time then," he says with his signature grin on his face.

I shake my head, and laugh at the same time.

"I've come here with news," Feliks says suddenly.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"Vladimir has sent his new general to collect Sofia."

Sofia looks at Feliks petrified. Just at that moment, men burst through the door, a man with sandy blond hair leading them.

"There she is," the man says with an Italian accent.

The other men grab Sofia by her arms, and the man grabs my arms, I try to wriggle it free, but it's hopeless.

"Vladimir will be very pleased."

"Who are you?" I ask, my anger rising.

"Antonio Desmond. The new general appointed by the Tsar, and he would like to have a word with the both of you."