Warning: There's gonna be a little suicide in this short chapter so, be very careful! This could be upsetting, unsettling or triggering to certain readers. Don't say I didn't warn you!
Gleb felt nauseated as he lied in bed. Recalling the night's events; seeing the splatter of blood, and hearing the echo of gunshots and terrified screams. He heaved a sigh of regret as he replayed the events in his head, how he helped Grand Duchess Anastasia, Grand Duchess Maria and Tsarevich Alexei to escape through that secret tunnel. How he helped the surviving children escape, wondering if they were safe. Oh, for heaven's sake! He was the same age as Grand Duchess Anastasia! He was unable to end the lives the tsar's innocent children! Gleb tossed and turned before settling into a deep sleep for he didn't like to consider such scary and sad thoughts.
Soon after, he heard the door creak and soon after, gunfire; Gleb tiptoed down the staircase to investigate the mysterious intruder. However, all he could see was the corpse of his father, pistol on the floor… he soon realized what happened to him…
Leningrad, 1920
Finding a job for himself was the most difficult thing for Gleb, just the mention of his family name would cause him to be shunned; now, with both of his parents dead, he had to do what it takes to survive, and that means getting a job for himself. When he picked up the newest issue of the local newspaper, when his eyes lay on the article about the rumoured survival of the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov, his memories of the past flashed forward as he remembered how both of his parents died of shame, thanks to the Romanovs! "I swear Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov… you will regret trying to escape!" Gleb cursed the young woman under his breath, vowing revenge on the surviving Grand Duchess…
Sorry about all the deaths in the previous chapter. I promise there will be no more deaths after that, well; if you count flashbacks. Please review and leave feedback about what you like/what I could work on.