Chapter 22: Nicholas

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Above: Nicholas II And His Son 1913

"Anya!" I said and i jumped around to face her. "Nikolai!" She yelled. And i gave her a hug. "It has been to long" She says in her soft voice. "Much to long" I say and i smile at her. "i wish the children were here to see you." I quietly say. "One day we will all reunite in heaven. But it is God's will when." This reminded me of something my darling mashka once said. "Come Ms. Anna I will escort you onto the train." "Then you must tell me everything and we MUST be careful so that no one will recognize you." We both quickly boarded the train and found our seats. "You must tell me everything now" She said as her attendant was helping her out of her wheelchair into her seat. "All in good time Anya, Dear." I chuckled it felt so good that after years of arrest that i was free to visit with anyone i wanted and i could go anywhere that i wanted. But at what cost? Was it worth it? No of course not i was content living a simpler life with my family even if i didn't have freedom. But even now was i truly free? Did freedom involve looking over your shoulder you entire life scared to death someone is going to kill you? As we were pulling out of the station ortipo was sleeping soundly on Anna's lap. After a few hours the train finally pulled into the sea port station. As i was getting ready to leave the train a man grabbed my arm. "Shut up about who you are or face the ax. Vivat Matha!" I felt as though my heart was going to explode right out of my chest and i felt like my bones were rattling inside me. He was a Bolshevik. He must have been who else could he be? "Who was that?" Anna asked when she got next to me onto the platform. "No one." I said coolly. "just someone that was confused." i started walking. "We have a boat to catch!" When i got to the ticket booth the ticket boy was giving me a strange look."Do i know you? You look familiar." He said to me. "No good chap i am sure i have never seen you in my life." Assuming a fake English accent. He slowly gave us our tickets and as i was turning away i heard him yell. "Guards"

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