Above: Anastasia Smoking Her Father's Cigarette 30 January 1915
I was now following a stranger down streets in a city i do not know. What are you doing? i ask myself. You know nothing about this man! all you know is that his name is Dmitri Popov and that he's taking you to a cheap place for you to stay fro a while. "We're here." He says with a wink. Is he flirting? With Me? Fine. I stubbornly decide. Two can play at that game. "Thank you kind sir." I say as i look down then back up again. He seems to have a blush on his cheeks. But he quickly regained his stature. "I'll walk you inside and get you checked in" He said sweetly. "Thank you again." I was quickly assigned a room and the woman who owned it seemed like a sweet old grandmother,Nothing like Mrs. Hollingway. "Well goodbye" I say to Dmitri. "I hope to see you around,One day." He replies "Me too" i told him with a smile. He seemed reluctant to leave but eventually he did. I quickly ran up to my room and plopped on my bed. What are you doing? The rational side of my brain said. But he was so charming and cute the romantic side of my brain said. I decided to put Dmitri out of my head for now and started to unpack. Soon a knock came on my door. "Come in!" I said. I knew immediately that this was a bad idea because it could be practically anyone. But luckily it was only the lady that owned the house. "I brought you some tea my dear" She says. "oh you didn't have to do that" "No really it was a pleasure" She says. After this we have a nice chat i find out that she's from Denmark and her name Alison Nielsen and that she moved to New York when she was six months old. "Well my dear i must go start on dinner now." She says with a pat on my thigh. "Call me Anya." I say. "Only if you call me Alison." "Alright Alison" I say. She smiles a toothless smile and i watch as she leaves my room. By the time i finish dinner i'm exhausted and i drift into a peaceful sleep. Dreaming about Alison,Denmark,And Dmitri. The next i get ready and decide to go out and look for a job. After wandering around for a while i find a newspaper office looking for a secretary. The former secretary interviews me and finds me fit for it. Then All of a sudden Dmitri walks out from the back. "You work here?" I say in shock. "I own this shop."
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Historical FictionWhat if the story of the Romanovs Execution is false? What if it never happened at all? Just Bolshevik Propaganda. Told from the Romanovs Perspective.
