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The darkness engulfed all three of them. Dimitri could no longer tell if the agent man was standing before them, much less if his own hand was in front of his face.

"Anya?" he whispered softly to the pitch black dark on his right. He was hoping no to be so loud as to allow the man to follow his voice, but to alert Anya to his position.

"Shh…" was his response as he felt a smooth palm grace his own. "Move on my signal."

Dimitri wondered what on earth the signal could possibly be. Here they were; the only way they knew where each other was by their holding of hands and somewhere within this room underneath the cathedral was the man. Determined to capture them yet once again. He knew as well as Anya that this person was no dunder head and would have learned from his mistakes that allowed them to escape his clutches last time. Suddenly he felt her hand contract on his own. "That must be the signal she meant." He concluded silently.

He slowly shifted his weight from one foot to the next as he began to follow her. As they had finally reached the large stone steps that would lead to their freedom of the dark; they could hear him thrashing about. Probably enraged over the fact that it was near impossible to uncover them in such a state. Anya had finally managed to crack the door open, slid herself and Dimitri out only once she turned around to be faced by more tough looking thugs.

Both she and Dimitri had taken defensive stances before the men. "I just defeated you buddy. What makes you think I can't easily do the same to you!?" Anya had gotten fed up with the running and constant confrontation. She had, had it.

"There shall be no further violence in this house of God."

Standing before them was a rather elderly looking man. His face was rather weathered with deep wrinkles along his forehead. Yet he had a certain twinkle in his eyes. Anya's eyes drew wide as she lowered her fists. She knew this man, from St. Petersburg.

"So sorry for the whole big scary looking guards, but I am afraid that today even members of a church will be threatened to give up the offering plate or such." The old man smiled warmly at Anya and Dimitri. "You both look terribly hungry. We can't have our future Czar and his Czarina starve now can we?"

Anya, Dimitri, the man, and his two bodyguards all retreated from the mighty cathedral to what must have been his home. It was rather small yet cozy for one person. Among his walls were pictures of different Romanov's. Anya immediately spotted the replica hanging of what used to hang within the Catherine palace.

She softly stroked her fingertips over the smooth glass of her own face. She still could remember very little of her life at the age of eight. She couldn't even draw up a memory from the posing for the painting to be commissioned from.

"Just like the one from the palace eh? Tea, oh wait. Only lemons and hot water for you yes?"

Anya simply nodded to the man as she just looked rather confused. "How did this man know so much about my family and much less me?!" She pondered, continuing to glance at the many faces of all the Romanov's before her.

Finally they all took a seat at a nice long table. Large bowls with steaming hot soup filled to the rim had been placed before them. Anya wasted no time in eagerly lifting her bowl before drinking from it. Dimitri was also far too hungry and doing so as well, otherwise he would probably have scolded her on such poor table etiquette. After finishing every last drop and having a bit of bread the two generously thanked the man for his kind gesture, but now they were hungering for some information.

"Mr.-." Anya was interrupted by the man putting his hand into the air to silence her.

"Pardon me your highness," Dimitri glanced over to see Anya flinch slightly as the title was mentioned. "but you may call me whatever pleases you."

"Don't you have a name of your own?" He smiled at her.

"I have been given many names, but first..." Just then he shoved forth two sets of familiar clothing.

"How?!" Both Anya and Dimitri were completely flabbergasted.

"I figured you would be in need of some respectable clothing for your journey. Oh yes, and speaking of necessities." Yet again he slid something to them. It was a rather nicely sized briefcase. Dimitri's jaw nearly hit the floor as he watched him unveil the contents of it. Large stack of rubles, and other types of currency lay inside it along with two passports on top. "We cannot possibly accept this." Dimitri hadn't seen this much money since the time he nearly accepted the ten million rubles for finding Anastasia.

"You are going to need it to make it to England." Anya became even more confused. Of course it was good they found someone they could apparently trust and was giving them some of their old clothes, money, and even passports. She still longed to know much more than just the tidbits he had given them, but all seemed to vanish as a familiar bark was heard.

"Pooka!" Anya cried out in excitement as she rubbed his head lovingly. Dimitri, even if he constantly fought over possession of his socks with him, was nuzzling his palm upon the mutt as well.

"One smart dog you have there. He can tell someone from friend or foe within only a few good seconds."

After quite sometime of reconnecting they didn't realize that night had already fallen. The streets of Moscow were finally beginning to slowdown. After the busy hustle of day, the streets were finally clearing as so that only snow and few people such as police were left upon the streets. The man gave Anya and Dimitri his bed since he said the couch doubles as a one. Anya tried to decline his offer but he wouldn't take no for an answer. After they had both had a nice shower, they both were finally relaxed.

"Ahh, this feels much better." Anya was playfully spinning around in her blue dress with leggings in front of the mirror.

"Just as gorgeous as the day on the Tasha."

"I do believe it was evening." She added glancing over to him as she finished tying a bow in her hair.

"Oh yes, and the way that sunlight hit you..." He softly kissed her lips. Pooka barked just then. "Don't worry, nothing will happen like that tonight Pooka." He turned back to Anya. "Wow, that dog really knows how to spoil moments."

She giggled lightly as they finally crawled into bed with Pooka sleeping by their feet. Anya didn't fall straight into sleep even though she let Dimitri think that by keeping her eyes closed. She couldn't help but wonder how all of this was going to turn out. Once she knew he was asleep she opened her eyes and glanced out the open window at the falling snow.

"I sure hope we make it through this.."

The next day they awoke bright and early, heck the sun hadn't even risen as they crossed through town to the train station. After they were all loaded onto the train the old man waved at them until they crossed around a bend.

"Pooka will be fine with him." Reassured Dimitri as they settled into the cabin they had been given. He knew more than that was upon Anya's mind though. She had one of those "hidden secret" looks on her face. "What's wrong?" he was going to make an attempt to break through Anya's shield that she was putting up.

"Nothing." She muttered fast before pulling out her golden necklace and fumbling with it.

"Nothing?! Please, you're messing with that necklace again. You always do that when you are nervous." Dimitri had turned to face her.

"Do I have to always tell you everything?" Anya crossed her arms and legs. "Who do you think you are?"

"The future Czar of Russia." He grinned with his answer before she played along by giving him a tiny curtsy.

"Well, Mr. Czar of Russia what are you going to do if I don't tell you? Have me beheaded?" she gave him a playful glare.

"No I was thinking more along the lines of torture." He moved closer to her. She moved into her corner before he was almost on top of her. His fingers darted to her sides and began tickling her.

"S-stop Dimitri!!" She managed to get out in between her laughter.

"Do you give up?" he asked letting go for her to be able to breath. She nodded clutching her sides.

"So, what have you been needing to tell me?" he sat up very regal like. "Do share future Czarina." He bowed from his seat to her.

"Well, I have been having these dreams lately…" Anya continued telling Dimitri all of her story including the dream she had last night. As she continued on soon they had made it out of Russia and the night was coming in again. They wrapped a jacket around each other before nodding off to sleep.

Okay so that's for now.. hehe