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"The party is over and everyone else has pretty much gone to sleep."

Mirabel told the two.

"Stasia went to look for you hours ago."

Mirabel added as she looked to Bruno.

"When I noticed how long she had been gone I figured I would go look for you."

Mirabel yawned.

"It is getting sorta late."

She said.

"So Stasia wouldn't you like to head to sleep, new roomie?"

She asked and Stasia remembered the whole sharing a room with Mirabel situation.

"Right."

She noted.

"I am a little tired."

She said. Stasia looked to Bruno one last time. He knew more about her then probably anyone else in the country did, except for the one member of the family who could hear everything. Stasia imaged that must be an awfully annoying gift to have. But everything aside, she liked talking to Bruno. He seemed to understand her. More then anyone else she had ever spoken to did. She would return to speak with him more, as soon as she could.

"Good night, Bruno."

Stasia said.

"Good night Stasia."

Bruno replied before Stasia turned to follow Mirabel out of his room and down his tower.

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"So you truly do believe to have found her?"

a stern man asked as he dawned his spectacles to look at the letter presented to him and then up at the general before him.

"I do."

General Volkov replied.

"And how will you know if it is truly her?"

Nikita Khrushchev, leader of the Soviet Union, asked.

"That night when the Romanovs were taken care of the one thing we were not able to recover was the Czar's signet ring. I'm willing to bet that little suka has it."

Nikita only chuckled at the name calling of the lost Russian.

"Well seeing as this is a matter of great importance to you Stephen I will authorize it."

Nikita said as he handed the letter back to General Volkov who pocketed it once again. He had a feeling it would come in use later.

"However,"

Nikita continued as he pulled a cigar from a box on his desk. He brought an obviously expensive lighter to it and then once it had been lit, he brought it to his lips to take a drag.

"What do you intend to do if this is not the one you have been looking for?"

He asked.

"Rumors of her survival have been circulating for years."

Stephen reminded Nikita.

"But if it is not her, there is no reason for a good and loyal Russian to be so far from home without us having their request for an exit visa to such a place. They will be brought home and dealt with."

"And if it is her?"

Nikita asked and General Volkov chuckled.

"Then I will finish what my father started all those years ago."

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Stasia sat up in the bed that Mirabel had made for her. She couldn't sleep after such a long day. Most would think she would have been exhausted, but not her. The moonlight pooled into the small room from the open window and bathed everything in a serene hue of silver. Stasia stood from the bed and walked carefully over the wooden floor to the window. She sighed as she looked out of it, taking in the beautiful colombian landscape in it's peaceful hour of night. Was the journey of running finally over? Was she finally safe from the bad men who chased her without end? She assumed time would only tell. Peace was a feeling she had not known in such a long time and the possibility of feeling it again soothed her nerves like ice to a burn. She could feel floor tiles shifting against her feet and she looked down to see the floor seemed to nudging her.

"Uh..."

She began in a bit of a whisper.

"Ca-casita?"

She said quietly.

"I am talking to a house."

She said to herself before giving a sigh. Once the house seemed to have her attention one of the shudders of the window began to move.

"What is it?"

Stasia asked as she looked at the shutter. It seemed to be pointing at something in the bushes outside.

"What is that?"

Stasia asked curiously as her grey eyes focused on it. The bush continued to russell until a person emerged from behind it. Stasia's eyes widened.

"Oh no."