I DO NOT OWN MOULIN ROUGE OR ANASTASIA. I ALSO DO NOT OWN A RUMOR IN SAINT PETERSBURG. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO JONATHAN DOKUCHITZ.

FACE CLAIMS

HENRI DE TOULOUSE-LAUTREC- JOHN LEGIIZAMO

TRAIN TICKET TAKER- HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN

Christian had packed his bags when he heard a knock at the door. He quickly opened it, assuming that it would be Satine. He was surprised to find it was instead his mentor Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. He may have been small in stature, but in terms of creativity, the man was taller than Goliath.

"Christian, where are you going at this time of night?" The dwarf asked as Christian heaved a sigh.

"Satine and I are leaving Paris, I don't know where the next train out of Paris is going, but we'll be on it." Christian answered as Toulouse looked sorry to see his friend go.

"But Christian...the Moulin Rouge, Spectacular, Spectacular!...are you going to just leave it behind?" Toulouse asked in shock.

"Toulouse...the love that I share with Satine...it is worth infinitely more than any show on the stage." Christian declared as he looked down at his friend.

"Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome, whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels." Toulouse said with a mixture of happiness, envy, and most of all, sadness to be losing such an creative soulmate as that he'd had. "But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. She loves you. I know it."

"You do?" Christian asked, not wanting to doubt his sparkling Diamond, but not being able to help it as night after night, all of the wealthy hedonistic men of Paris threw money at her; eager for an hour inside that elephant room, using her to fulfill their insatiable, immoral, sexual appetites.

"I know she loves you." Henri insisted once again as he squeezed Christian's hand tightly.

"I must hold onto that faith every hour." Christian replied as he sat on the cot he called his own.

"Where will you and Mademoiselle Satine go?" Toulouse inquired as Christian ran his fingers through his copper hair.

"I do not know." Christian admitted sheepishly.

"You will have to flee the country. The influence of Duke Monroth is far reaching; there would be no place in France that would be safe from his madness." Henri pointed out anxiously.

"I can't go back to England, my father despises Bohemia." The Artist explained.

"The Bohemian revolution has taken root in every European country, it even crossed the pond to America. But there is 1 place where our glorious cultural coup has yet to take root: Russia." The dwarf remarked.

"Russia?"

"It is an 18th century kingdom in a soon to be 20th century world. A land of rumor and legend and mystery...Many have tried to plant the saplings of freedom, beauty, truth, and love; but the seeds always rot under the pollution of oppression."

"Then what makes you think that I can import Bohemia there?" Christian asked incredulously as Toulouse grasped his hands.

"Because no one lives our ideals as you do, no one lives our ideals as you do!" Henri declared happily before growing sad once again. "I only wish I was there to see it..."

"You can be Toulouse, you must be." Christian insisted as his partner was shocked.

"Me, go to Russia? Ludicrous!" Toulouse cried out as Christian rose from the cot.

"No, brilliant! With our combined creativity, we could bring our revolution to Russia and bring the joy of music and art to those who need it most!" Christian declared as he jumped up on the cot.

"It's the rumor, the legend, the mystery, It's the beauty of Bohéme that will help us fly!" Christian sang out as Toulouse couldn't help but join in.

"You and I, friend, will go down in history! You and Satine will play your parts, teach the children how to sing; act, dress up, and be free..." Toulouse continued.

"Imagine the reward when dawns our Bohemian day, Who else could pull it off but you, Satine, and me?" Christian sang with glee.

"We will fly!"

"We will fly?"

"With no doubt!"

"With no doubt?"

"And St. Petersburg will have something new to talk about!" The Bohemians sang in unison when they were interrupted by the return of Satine.

"Russia?" She asked curiously.

"Satine...Toulouse has came up with the most amazing idea: we shall go to Russia and spread the ideals of our revolution. They need what we offer more than any other. We could create new shows, find a real theatre and you would be..."Christian said as he picked Satine up and spun her around.

"A real actress!" Satine exclaimed as she kissed her poet deeply. "I would go anywhere with you, my love."

"Then let us be off!" Henri exclaimed as he quickly saw what clothes he had packed and ready.

Gare d'Austerlitz Train station. Paris, France. Later that night.

Christian, Satine, and Toulouse-Lautrec quickly made their way to the train platform at Gare d' Austerlitz. As they arrived, a horrible thought popped into Satine's head.

"We've no money for train fare!" She exclaimed fearfully as Christian quickly checked his pockets and came up empty handed.

"Not a single solitary Sous." He said bitterly.

"I've a plan." Henri promised as they approached the front desk. "3 tickets on the next train to St. Petersburg, Russian Empire."

"That will cost 75 sous." The ticket taker replied as the Dwarf let out a chuckle.

"My good man, do you know who I am?" He inquired.

"Should I?" The ticket man asked in return.

"You are speaking to his Grace, the Duke of Monroth!" Toulouse declared in a haughty voice as the ticket taker quickly removed his hat.

"Your Grace, I'm honored to receive your patronage. All of Paris was talking about how you were visiting." He said eagerly.

"I came to find myself a bride and I have found the very best Paris had to offer." Henri lied as he took Satine's hand in his.

"Oh, my handsome and superbly rich husband." Satine teased, trying to sell the deception.

"Me, my new Duchess, and our manservant our taking honeymoon in St. Petersburg and I do not wish to keep my wife waiting."

"Of course, your Grace...but there is the matter of the 75 sous."

"You must excuse his Grace, the wedding happened so quickly because they are so in love; the Duke brought no money with him." Christian spoke up, acting his heart out. "However, I have left word with his financier and he will deliver the money in the morning."

"That's...against our policy..." the ticket seller stuttered, clearly afraid of offending the "Duke".

"Excuse me sir, are you insisting that his Grace, the most noble Duke of Monroth, would try to stiff the French rail road?" Satine asked with fiery anger as the young man nearly lost his wits.

"Of course not, milady...forgive me. I will await the payment in the morning." The ticket taker said quickly as he stamped out 3 tickets.

"Many thanks, my good man." Toulouse said with a tip of his top hat as the trio grabbed their bags and boarded the train for St. Petersburg. When the writer had put the bags away and joined the sparkling Diamond and dwarf in the seating area, Satine kissed him passionately as the 3 all laughed at the successful ruse they had pulled off as the train eventually began to move towards a new dawn.

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