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"Alright, I think we are safe." Dimitri looked at his poor wife. She was hovelled over in the corner of the little alleyway they were sitting in. He could tell she was freezing. He didn't blame her. The outfit she was wearing was meant for Paris in the spring, not Russia in the winter. He put his arms around her feeling her slightly jump at his touch. "I promise I'll find you something warmer to wear." He whispered into her ear as he urged to move on. They took short cuts across backyards, although Anya had not a bit of trouble jumping the fences in such a short skirt. She still felt rather embarrassed.

Finally they rested on a snowy bench in the small park St. Petersburg had. He held her on his lap and constantly was trying to warm her legs with rubbing, but it was hard to do as snow covered them constantly. "Dimitri it's okay.."

"I can't stand to feel warm and see you so cold." He replied looking up at her rather pink face. He wanted so bad to warm her but was so afraid of the men finding them yet again. They had been lucky to get away and so quickly as well. "I wish I could get you some new clothes." He muttered wishing he could at least provide a coat to her but he wasn't wearing one inside his house when the attackers came.

"I wonder if t-they would l-look for u-us at my friend E-emilys?" Anya had finally stuttered under her freezing condition. She had been pretty tough considering all that had happened.

"That sounds like our only game plan. Do you know of her address?" he asked Anya. She nodded. "Well let's get there fast and hopefully she shall have something for you to barrow." Dimitri helped Anya up off of his lap and the two began to stroll down the snowy lane holding tightly to each other. Anya still couldn't help but wonder who the men were and who they exactly were working for.

As they made their way through town they didn't try to look anyone specific in the eye. Anya had already gotten some women commenting on her form of dress she was in.

"I guess even the suka work in the snow."

Anya felt very violated. She was being remarked upon about her being no better than the common "'suka" otherwise known as "Hooker" or "Bitch" in Russian. Well at least no "Anastasia" remarks were coming this way. That was one positive thing, she guessed. At least they would be safe at Emily's. For now.

Vlad was finally able to adjust to the room in which he was in. Looking down over him was his love Sophie and The Dowager Empress. He tried to sit up but he still felt as if a lead weight had been dropped upon his head. "Ow, my head." He mumbled as he finally sat up with much force and a bit of help from Sophie.

"Oh thank heavens Vlady!" she hugged him gently.. " I was so worried that you weren't going to live for a while."

"I should hope that he is alive enough to tell us who exactly attacked him." Marie said taking a seat beside them.

Vlad's head hurt far too much to try and remember a name. "Ugh, your majesty I am trying so hard but no name is coming to mind at the moment. All I can.." Just then Vlad sat straight up with a shocked and frightened look upon his face. "He's going after Anya and Dimitri!" he exclaimed.

"Who Vlad? Who?!" Sophie asked rather shaken herself. She had feared about someone going to Anya and Dimitri after the newspaper had been run that same day.

"He's oh, I can't remember his name. He's on the Royal court.. slick brown hair and.." Just then Vlad kneeled in pain as he felt it going all throughout his brain.

"Oh, you don't suppose?" Sophie asked Marie.

"It could possibly be." Vlad looked at them both in confusion. "Sophie, contact Rushal keiv. He's located in St. Petersburg and one person who can inform us of what has happened." Marie gave commands as she grew more and more nervous. She knew who it was he spoke of and this meant fear for all."

"Oh Anya, don't be silly. You can just return it to me later."

"Are you sure? It's such a lovely warm dress?" Anya had changed finally from her little spring Paris clothes into a lovely warm mauve and beige dress. Its lining was thick and perfect for the fact that she had no coat.

"So do tell." She had given Anya and Dimitri a blanket to be under together on her extra couch in front of the fire and each a lovely steaming cup of hot chocolate. "Why on earth you two were out in this freezing weather and you," she pointed to Anya. "Were wearing such a short dress and even without any sleeves or a coat?!"

Anya looked over to Dimitri. She wondered quite possibly if they should inform her of the lingering doom that lay ahead for both of them just outside. She could possibly imagine that the men were probably asking if they had seen a couple, one in a ridiculously short springtime dress and another tall not too bad dressed man. Dimitri slightly turned his head. She caught that he must have been saying "no."

"Oh, well unfortunately we um were going to meet our friends as they arrived in St. Petersburg and well I was just freezing to death and um, Dimitri and I got lost." She could have banged her head upon the coffee table. "Dear lord, that was about the dumbest response I could have ever given." She thought silently.

"Ok?..." Emily knew Anya must be hiding something from her. How on earth could she ever get lost on the way home from the train station? They lived but only a few blocks from it. She decided not to press matters too hard and instead bid them good night and left them to nothing but the few crackles that the fire made as it blazed on.

"Anya, what was that exactly?" He asked in a hushed tone.

"Well, let's see you make a lie up in only three seconds that sounds plausible." She scolded back. Then she realized he would win that battle. Dimitri was always quick witted and he could nearly talk his way out of any situation he landed in.

"Forget it, let's just get some sleep. We'll need it for tomorrow." As he cuddled up next to his love he began to think about what they were going to do the following morning. There was no way possible about them being able to go back to their little apartment and collect somethings, much less go back there for safety. Just then he remembered he had something inside his pocket besides the rubles he had managed to be lucky enough to have.

"Here." He placed something in Anya's hands. She glanced down and gave a slient squeal.

"How did you?!"

"I may have retired from being a con man, but I still have pretty fast fingers." He smiled down at her as she ran her fingers over the smooth surface of her music box. He had also gotten the necklace with it. She kissed him lightly before sliding the necklace over her head and clutching tightly to him went to sleep finally. Something to ease her mind had come at last.

"But Papa what is it?"

"It is only for us Romanov's, Sunshine." Anastasia was standing within the throne room with her father. He was showing her something golden but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "When it comes to your time to rule the throne you shall achieve it."

Anya sat straight up. She glanced around her. All the throne room and her father had disappeared like smoke. Just then she felt someone sit next to her. "What's wrong?" She had awoken Dimitri.

"Oh nothing, nothing at all." She lied. She could tell by the look on his face he knew she was lying to him. Thankfully he was far to preoccupied with a yawn than to ask her again.

"Good morning to you both." Emily had walked in closing the door behind her. They felt the ice cold blast of winter surge through the air. "I was just out to get some fresh bakery goods. Would either of you like a donut or perhaps something else?" Emily offered. Anya and Dimitri gratefully accepted.

"So how was being in town this morning?" Anya asked not only to be friendly but to see if anyone had been after them by posting a picture or something of them.

"Rather strange. I met a very handsome man, he seemed rather interested in the fact that I knew you."

Dimitri nearly swallowed his tongue as Anya nearly choked on her glass of water. "What did this man look like exactly?" Dimitri asked. "I might know him from work." Anya flashed a small smile for a second; there goes Dimitri thinking on his feet again.

"Well, he was tall and lean with kinda slicked back brown hair. He was dressed rather nicely as well. Some sort of suit that must have cost a lot of rubles." He and Anya both glanced fearfully at each other.

"Did you tell him where you live?" Asked Anya getting tense.

"Yes, he wanted to join me for lunch oh and speak with you as well." Anya just then heard the door get knocked upon. She froze like an icicle hearing that sound. Dimitri too tensed his entire body.

"Um, I think I need some air." Anya said as she and Dimitri left the table and ran out to the back door. Dimitri only opened it so far and then took some snow, rolled it up and chucked it at a squirrel sitting on a bush nearby. One minute then the squirrel was lying in the snow still. "I'm betting it must be paralyzing darts or something." He concluded as Anya gasped.

"Well, what do we do now?" Anya asked impatiently she knew any minute now the man would be entering and probably ask where they were or just take out Emily and move throughout the house searching for them. Dimitri glanced upward to the snow that was falling.

"The attic will lead us out to the roof. From there..." he shrugged.

He and Anya glanced out into the dining area. It was dead silent. Anya thought about Emily, if she had been paralyzed or worse. They began to sneak up the stairs trying desperately not to make such any sound. Anya's foot slightly creaked on the top step but they heard nothing coming towards them such as menacing footsteps. But just as she and he were about to turn the corner they saw a shadow move at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hello again."

The man who had been executing the whole operation stood at the bottom of the stairway. He had poised a gun aiming straight for them. "Don't worry, this won't kill you. It just will make sure you don't try another stunt such as the one you last pulled."

He fired a dart at them it made it's entry into a picture hanging upon the wall. Anya and Dimitri ran they found the small door above them that led to the attic. Anya pulled it down and she went up first then as Dimitri was beginning to pull himself into the area he felt a sharp pain on his left leg.

"Argh!" He cried out as the pain traveled up and down his leg before it began to feel a bit tingly.

"Come on kitchen boy." The man began to pull on Dimitri's hanging legs. Trying to make him fall. Dimitri grabbed Anya's hands and with much struggle he made it up into the attic. He grabbed his leg before urging her to keep going.

They made it to the window and knocked it open forcefully. Thank heavens the roof had nice grooves and was mainly flat. She first slid out and then Dimitri followed. He was beginning to feel his leg starting to give out on him. The numbness was beginning to spread like snake venom throughout his entire left side. "Crap." Was all he could think.

They made it a couple roofs over before Dimitri said he HAD to rest. "Oh no, they got you." Anya realized as he tried to keep moving his left leg.

All for now.. XDDD