Disclaimer: As much as I love the movie Anastasia, I do not own the rights to it. Therefore I will remain a very poor college student. So I get to dream and write fanfiction.

All Men Are Babies-

Chapter 6: Viktor's Advice

Zachariah Salazar trudged through the newly fallen snow that evening on his way home from the fisherman's market. Sniffing his coat quickly, Zachariah cringed at the unforgettable smell of the fish. Zachariah hated his job with the fisherman's market. He only worked there, because his father had gotten him a job there nearly ten years ago. But the old man had passed on since then; after a terrible accident while ice fishing, and Zachariah Salazar had nothing in life. No mother, no father, and no princess.

All he ever did was work all day at the fisherman's market. How did his life come to this? He was going to move to America and make it big. He was going to marry Olga Nikolaevna, the eldest daughter of Tzar Nicholas, ruler of Imperial Russia. That was until, she along with her family was murdered. At least that is what the rest of the world was led to believe for the past ten years. Now, there it was clear as day in the newspaper that Tzar Nicholas' youngest and most beloved daughter, Anastasia, was alive and well in Paris, France. It wasn't right that she should live and her sister Olga didn't. How did Anastasia manage to escape death while her family could not?

Zachariah had not been to this house in years. Not since he realized that he was in love with the Princess Olga. His friend and confidant Viktor, was the person who persuaded him to convince Olga to go to America. However that was ten years ago. Now Zachariah Salazar really needed his confidant's advice.

Standing impatiently on the doorstep, Zachariah blew into his palms and rubbed them together trying to keep his hands warm. The door was soon opened by a woman in her early thirties holding a baby. Zachariah really hoped that Viktor had not changed his address.

"Is Viktor in?" he gulped.

The woman smiled and replied, "I'm Domnika, Viktor's wife. And you are?"

"Zachariah, we're old friends."

"Please come in Zachariah," Domnika responded by stepping aside to let her guest into the house. "I'll let Viktor know you are here."

"Thank you."

Zachariah did not like this. He had lost touch with Viktor for too long. Ten years ago, Domnika did not exist in Viktor's life. Fifteen years ago, Viktor was bouncing from woman to woman. Twenty years ago, Viktor thought that girls had cooties and said that he was never getting married. Zachariah had known Viktor since they were young kids in school. Now he regretted not being in his friend's life for the past nine or ten years. Zachariah was brought out of his daydream by a red headed man of the same age and body structure clearing his throat.

"Long time no see," the man commented.

"Viktor," Zachariah smiled as he shook hands with his old friend.

"What have you been up to for the past ten years?"

"Well you know, working hard while you've been hardly working."

"That was a tragedy to happened to the Tzar's family," Viktor commented about the incidence ten years ago that wrecked Zachariah's world forever.

"Yeah," Zachariah responded by shoving his hands deep inside his coat pockets.

"Read the paper, heard that the youngest girl, what's her name? Escaped."

"Anastasia," Zachariah answered. "That's what I need to talk to you about now."

Zachariah and Viktor talked long about Olga and in turn Anastasia. Zachariah told about his anger toward Anastasia, but he hated Viktor's advice. Viktor had taken the high road in life obviously, because he told Zachariah to forget about his anger and hatred towards Anastasia and remain in Russia and move on. There was bound to be another girl that he could love besides Olga.

"You have to move on, Zachariah," Viktor had said. "It's not good to be so fixed on the past."

Viktor didn't know what he was talking about this time. Zachariah had been living in the past for ten years, how could he stop thinking about Olga and move on? No, Zachariah couldn't do what Viktor advised. Not this time. He could not forget about Olga nor Anastasia.

If we can't be happy Princess, then no one in your family will be happy.

Well, what did you think about this chapter? I personally think that Viktor is right and that Zachariah is a baby. Well, I guess I'm supposed to think that way, I invented him! Please tell me your thoughts in a review. It would be greatly appreciated!