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Ace’s Point of View I was escorted inside what the men called, the Tsar’s house. It was big, bigger than my pack house. There were hundreds of men in black, similar to the men with us. “You’re lucky, boy. The Tsar never really liked boys who questioned and resisted him,” one of the men said as he shoved me inside the Tsar’s room and closed the door behind me. The Tsar was already sitting on a swivel chair behind a mahogany desk and lit his cigar before puffing a smoke from his mouth.

“And all of it came to an end when the Bolsheviks came. They did not like the fact that we were their betters. So, they stole what rightfully belonged to us. Burned what they could not take and killed those who dared to resist. The ones who lived fell into the hands of the communist state. First Lenin’s Cheka, then Beria’s NKVD. After torture and endless false letters confessing supposed crimes against the people, they disappeared into Stalin’s gulags, hidden among the sea of trees in Siberia. “There, they were worked to the bone. The weak died, and the survivors were forced to become a part of the Vory v Zakonev.” The confusion must have shown on my face, for she shook her head, muttering u

SASHA “All rise,” the administrator calls as the judge enters the room, and everyone stands silently. The court room is full of reporters with notepads as cameras are not allowed. Roman, dressed in a navy suit, stands in front next to Yuri and two of his assistants. Then in the front row are Chloe, Callie, Danielle,me, Nikolai, Ivan, Dimitri and Zoran. I feel like I am going to have a heart attack. The judge walks in silently, sits down and flicks through the notes in front of him regarding this case.

I asked, gesturing vaguely at our surroundings. Karl's lips curved into an indulgent smile as if he found my attempt at deflection amusing. "Red Square," he replied, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture that encompassed the sprawling expanse before us. "One of Russia's most iconic landmarks, steeped in centuries of history and cultural significance." He pointed out various structures, his deep voice taking on a professorial tone that I found oddly endearing. "That imposing fortress over there is the Kremlin, the official residence of the President and the seat of Russian political power. And that magnificent cathedral with the colorful onion domes? That's St. Basil's, commissioned by Ivan the

One wrong word, one stutter, and the city would devour her whole. Inside, the marble corridors swallowed them into echoing silence. Guards pushed open the heavy doors of the tribunal chamber. Rows of benches stretched toward a raised dais where three judges waited, their black robes severe against the pale stone. The gallery was packed—politicians, bankers, journalists, even curious citizens who wanted blood disguised as justice. Inspector Rossi sat near the back, his trench coat draped over the bench, eyes watchful. Russo was already there. He sat at the defence table, immaculate in his tailored suit, his smile sharp and smug. Sofia lounged beside him, her red dress a slash of colour in the

But Oscar, though, kept moving forward without looking back. I sighed. I had just lost my appetite. Robin turned his head to me before patting my shoulder, "Got you, fam. If he still bothers you, just tell me," he said. I smiled and thanked him. Tasha has gotten us a Grab car, and I'm sitting there feeling annoyed by what she's saying. She is angry because of what happened earlier in the cafeteria. "That thick face of his! Oscar is really annoying. His timing is always when I'm not around! If I'm just exactly there, I will stab him with a protractor!" she said irritated, even screamed.

Well, my guess is right ‘cause I hear the sounds of platter from the background which means, he's about to have dinner. “Good, good, man.” I say, walking into the closet to find a washcloth and wipe some parts of my cum that squirt over the wall. “Going through the logistics now?” He probe and I nod, though I know he can’t see me. “Yeah. About to discuss the final detail with Akim and Leonid.” I tell him. “Hmm…that’s impressive. Go get that bitch.” He tells me with a stern voice. Stalin has equal amount of hatred for Nina Makarova as I have. And it all started when I told him what she does to me in the gulag.

We must go to the monastery. Igor thought over those, that said Memorable. It seemed to him that we lived in a world with an upside-down wrapper. In 1937 there were repressions of Stalin, now other modern methods of repression, and the big question is which ones are worse. Is it better to lose your life or to be a social outcast all your life? Tenth day. Lucifer On this day the Aide was sitting on a bench and rested from the work done daily work. Archimandrite Vitaly approached the Memorial and asked him:

I asked Trotsky without taking my eyes off the man. "Anastasia, don't you recognize him? Standing in front of you is the world famous cavalry leader, General Krasnoff of the Cassocks." I had heard the name before, way back when Russia was under the Sickle and Hammer. "He was the one who got trialed for treason and hung on a hook in the Red Square by Stalin," Trotsky added, almost in an amused tone directed at the other vampire. "At least I died with my dignity as a hero for my people and did not bleed my brain out by an ice pick," Krasnoff retorted venomously back at Trotsky.

The High Court chamber, usually a sanctuary of measured speech and ancient law, became a slaughterhouse of chrome and code. The grey smoke was so thick that the only things visible were the glowing blue optics of the Twelve Judges. "Lucien, get down!" Kaiser’s voice boomed over the hiss of the grenades.