Sashenka Kovalev of the Pavloski Replacement Regiment, Fourth Company joined his comrades in breaking out of the company barracks. One of their detachments engaged revolutionaries near the Kazan Cathedral. They were all fully armed and ready to fight and help suppress those who would go against the Tsar. He wanted to push the revolutionaries out of Petrograd. Most of all, he really wanted to get back home to his wife, Svetlana.

Loud gun fire had erupted all throughout the area making it hard to hear one's own thoughts. Bullets ricocheted off buildings and the ground. They met up with their detachment to give them a fighting chance but they were still outnumbered. Kovalev fired at anyone who fired in his direction. There were a lot of revolutionaries who opposed them. He knew there would be a lot of deaths that day.

Kovalev fired his rifle taking down several people. Soldiers on his own side were falling as well. He watched an 18 year old boy who had just recently joined the regiment take a bullet to the face. He was dead before hitting the ground. Kovalev kicked down a door and ran to an upper window to get into a position to be a sniper. He found a good position to fire down at the revolutionaries. Before he could open fire, he noticed another group of soldiers approaching his regiment from the rear. Some on foot and some in cars. A few soldiers were riding on the car. He realized it was the Preobrazhensky Regiment and that would give his side the needed push to shut down this conflict.

Soldiers of the Preobrazensky took aim, with the Pavloski Regiment in their sights. Kovalev realized the reinforcements were not for his side but for the revolutionaries. It was a mutiny. Kovalev's comrades put down their weapons and raised their arms to surrender. Kovalev didn't know what would become of his regiment. Would they join the revolutionaries or would they be shot? Possibly the latter if they didn't do the former. He had to escape.

Evan walked with Anastasia around the grounds of the Alexander Palace in Tsarskoe Selo. The sun was setting and they were headed inside for the night. Protests were still occurring and civilians were still being killed by soldiers. His encounter with Necrolai went on without incident. She didn't appear to be interested in fighting him; at least not yet. He was constantly worried that Necrolai was going to just pop out of no where and attack.

"You seem on edge," Anastasia said.

"The Tsar told me to protect you while he was away," Evan said. "I can understand his concern. The protests are getting worse each day. I heard the Tsar sent a garrison of troops to control the crowd in response to the protests that resulted in a few people being killed."

"What do you think about my father's actions?" she asked as she shed her coat, scarf and gloves. Evan mirrored her actions. February winter in Russia was no joke. They continued up the stairs to the bedrooms. Evan planned to walk her to her room before attempting to figure out more about how to handle the situation.

"I honestly don't know," Evan said. "There is much going on in my own country and while people have the right to protest, people are becoming violent for just disagreeing with one another. But there's more. I encountered a creature that is fueling this unrest."

"What do you mean creature?" she asked as she opened her bedroom door.

"It's not human," Evan said. "It looked like a vampire."

Anastasia stopped and turned to Evan. "A vampire? That's children's horror stories."

"No," Evan said with conviction. "This creature is behind what is going on. Is it any more weird than some guy back from the dead?"

"Rasputin is a healer," she said. "He could heal himself back from the dead."

"That's not normal," Evan said. "And he isn't a healer. He's a con man. This creature resurrected him to help bring chaos."

"What madness do you speak?"

"How is it madness," Evan asked. "I'm from a hundred years in the future and you think a vampire creature running around starting this whole thing is madness?"

"It is true you don't appear to fit in this place and there is something strange about you but that could be your American culture that I don't understand. If you are from the future, then what year do I die?"

Evan just stared at her. He was annoyed that she continued to question his sanity but he also wondered if it would be a good idea to tell her that she would die in a few months.

"I can't tell you that," he said.

"Because you don't know," she said.

"God damn it," Evan said. "Are you that sheltered of a girl that you don't see what is going on right in front of you?"

"Sheltered? How dare you call me such a name," she said.

"What? Do you think that there's only a little fist fighting going on in the city? Is that a riot to you?"

"I know people are dying out there but I have to be realistic," she said.

"The world you know doesn't exist," Evan said. "There are things out there that you can't even begin to imagine. So yes, you are sheltered."

"Again, I'm not sheltered."

"You sure had me fooled," Evan said.

"Now you're mocking me," she said.

"No, I wouldn't dream of mocking you. I will call out what I see."

"And what do you see?"

"I see a scared little girl who wants her world to go back to what it was before the war. That will never happen."

"I'm not scared. I..." She was cut off by Evan grabbing her and pulling her in for a kiss. After he broke the kiss, she looked around confused.

"Sorry, I tend to listen to my instincts which told me to do that," he said.

"That was unexpected," she said. "But I would not be opposed to it happening again...such as right now."