We 7 Forever

Chapter 8:Nicholas

Above:Nicholas 1893

I slowly come back to my senses and realize that i have no idea where i am,It seems dark and dank and it smells like ink.And then it all comes flooding back to me the whole night,The murders. I shiver at the word even though i'm just thinking it. Suddenly a small man comes over to me and starts speaking to me in a foreign language. "What?" i say in English "Aghh you speak English" He says in halted English."Where am i?" i asked. "In my shop of course" again in his halted English. "I run a newspaper shop here in Zurich" "Switzerland?" I say in Russian "ah good man you speak Russian as well,Would you like a cup of Tea?" he offers."No i'm fine, but my head is killing me.What Happened?" I knew exactly what had happened but i needed to see if he knew who i was,Because if he did then i must leave before he has a chance to alert the Bolsheviks."Well i was taking my noon walk and there you were lying face down in the middle of my walking path,I almost tripped over you" He says with a hearty laugh. He seems nice enough,but so did the soldiers that took my family from me,I must be wary i cannot lose myself too.The man continues with his story "so i brought you back here and set up this cot for you,Your name is Misha Fedorov Correct?" I quickly lied and said yes "How did you know my name?" I said with a smile outwardly but inside i was alarmed, If This man had found out my 'name' with me unconscious what else could find out about me."You had an I.D. in your pocket" He says with a smile as big as the Cheshire cat. "What is your name?,You never told me." "Espen Botkin" I held back my gasp and my surprise at his last name. Botkin was our family doctor's last name! could he be related to dear Dr. Botkin? I decided to ask about this But Espen cut me off before i could start talking again. "There was also this dear little dog with you when i found he started barking and yapping when i tried to pick you up but i was also able to swat him away since he was so small." He pointed to the corner where a small french bulldog was sleeping on a pile of blankets."Ortipo" I say barely above a whisper."That's a darling name for him" Espen says But i barely heard him i was so overcome with rage.This stupid dog survived when none of my family of my family did! How?. Then i was overcome by sadness as i realize it was the last thing i will ever have of my darling daughter Tatiana."Misha Misha" Espen was basically shouting at me "I'm sorry just got lost in thought i guess,I meant to ask you earlier if you were related to Eugene Botkin i heard he was executed." I knew it was a gamble to ask. But luckily Espen didn't seem to think anything of it. "Yes he was my brother" That means he's Russian! He could be in league with the Bolsheviks! Then Soldiers burst into the little press shop "Espen Botkin You Are Under Arrest For Harboring A Fugitive" They Yelled