Jupiter is only four and Aleska Jones, wonders if perhaps she will die like her Maximilian did, much too soon and before she could truly understand her.

She has no choice, not a one, but to follow little Jupiter to the hospital, hands wringing. She had sent Nino away, practically thrown her older sister down the stairs herself to make her escape as the authorities had arrived. The police, oh the hated police, stand over her, lips pursed as she trembles in the seat below them a cup of stale hospital coffee in hand. She does not bother to hide tears or her defeated expression. She has no excuse, no reason. Jupiter had only slipped out of her hands, her tiny foot falling back before she had fallen down four flights of stairs. She has a head trauma, broken bones, and punctured lungs, and she has no documentation. Aleska has, but outdated documents of the former Soviet Union and near nothing to explain her presence in the country. She had only been able to tell Nino to warn Vassily and to cover anyone else without documentation in his employee, and hope for the best.

Aleska understands at that moment that she is failed, that her hope, her dream of escaping Russia and the memory of Maximilian and giving the babe inside her a better life is next to none. What can she say, what can she do? She is doomed. Her baby and she would be thrown out of the country, back to her father with his disapproval, she would be forced to marry again, possibly give Jupiter to some family that wished for a child. She would lose her little Jupiter…

She steals her heart and her pride.

"I wish to make a call to the United Nations to Sir Sergi Jones, ambassador of the United Kingdom," her voice does not tremble.

But Aleska does.