Chapter 7

Brian watched a show on the History channel about the Bolshevik revolution in Russia in 1917 in March. Tsar Nicholas II abdicated his position, then in July,1918 he and his immediate family were all shot to death in the cellar of a house, then buried in a mass grave. But rumors persisted that one daughter had somehow survived! Anastasia, his seventeen year old daughter was rumored to have faked death and lived, showing up in Europe were ten women claiming that they were she. So what is the truth, did she somehow survive? If she did survive, how? Where did she go? DNA testing conclusively proved that all of the people claiming to be Anastasia were not related to the Romanov family. So what really happened that night in July, 1918?

Brian decided that he would find out! He thought of Ishmael, and he appeared before him,

“How May I be of service to you Master!”

“I wish to know the truth about what happened to Anastasia Romanov the night of July 17, 1918. Did she truly die with the rest of her family? Or, did she survive, and if so, how did she survive? And what became of her after that night?”

I had no sooner finished my sentence when my mind was joined with a young man, it was dark out, nighttime and it was very cold. But no matter how dark the night, this mind was darker! It was filled with hate! Hate for the Tsar, hate for the White Army that was trying to take back control of the government of Russia which was now led by the Bolsheviks. He was here to take care of a potential problem, one that the White Army would institute if they won! They would reinstate the Romanovs and put them back in power! That cannot be allowed to happen! He was here with a group of his hand picked revolutionary comrades to insure that it would be impossible for that to happen. If none of them were alive, they couldn’t possibly regain control of Russia again!

They had been prisoners for almost a year and a half, the family, some loyal servants, and the family Doctor. The Bolshevik leader told them they were moving to a larger house that was farther from the White Army. They were sent into the cellar where their belongings were kept in trunks. His men followed them down. At the prearranged signal the men opened fire and began shooting the men, women and children. Bullets striking the chest of the women were ricocheting off. Their corsets were full of jewels, and had acted as bulletproof vests, they found later. So they switched to head shots. Anastasia was behind her sister, Maria, when a bullet passed through her sister’s head and struck hers. It knocked her out and bled a lot but otherwise she was unharmed. The gun smoke was so thick they had to leave and let the smoke dissipate for a while. When they returned the communists began bayoneting anyone still alive, the Dr. Bodkin was one, her brother, Alexie, another.

They began taking the bodies out and throwing them in a pit that had been dug for the occasion. The young man that carried Anastasia’s body noticed that she was alive, he had loved her for a long time. When he was younger and didn’t understand the class system he told everyone he would marry her someday! Now was his chance to do just that! Looking around and finding himself alone, he took off her clothes and stuffed some hay inside of them, they were bloody and he threw the dummy into the pit. He wrapped her in blankets and hid her beneath some bushes covering her with pine needles. The dummy he had thrown in the pit was covered by two more bodies that had been thrown on top of her, leaving enough of her dress to be counted as being in the gruesome pile.

He came back later with men’s clothing and a hat. She was cold but alive, and still unconscious. He cut off her hair, making very sure to bury the cut strands deep in the soil a hundred meters away. He smudged her white skin with mud and dressed her in the clothes he had brought. She turned into a he, aided by a fake mustache he glued onto her lip. It was something he had used in a school play several years before. He poured vodka on her clothing and carried “him” to his house. They were stopped twice, having to show his papers both times. Also in both instances he had been congratulated for helping to rid Russia of the Romanov family!

They made it to his apartment and he undressed her, he admired her body for a few minutes, small breasts, short at just barely over five feet tall. She still had some baby fat, but that would go away. Her pussy was perfect, the inner lips just barely peeking out of the peach halves of the outer ones. Here he was, Yuri Gagarin, eighteen years old, a hero of the Russian people for having helped to kill the Tzar and his family, only he was a total fake! He had joined the Bolshevik’s when he realized that the alternative was a bullet in the head. He had fired his rifle into the ceiling, never into the Royal family. And so far he had stolen Anastasia away from death and hoped to keep her that way. He hoped she would fall in love with him, but if she didn’t he at least had saved her life. That was an accomplishment that he could live with.

She woke up with a headache, he gave her some vodka. Then she remembered the horror of the cellar and began to cry, but only for twenty minutes or so. He let her grieve for her family, he understood, he had lost his own to the Revolution earlier. She recovered and they worked together to build a providence for her new life as a man and fellow Bolshevik soldier.

She spoke several languages, Russian, German, and English, but her aristocratic pronunciation of her Russian would get them both killed! He taught her to speak more gutterally and with a lower voice. They both worked on her hair together until it didn’t look scruffy. He found out she already knew how to shoot a rifle, as they dry fired his several times. He had her practice disassembling it, then reassembling it several times. If she was in the army she had to play the part! They continued practicing for three weeks before they were called up to get ready to move up to the front lines. She was now his cousin Ivan Gagarin. It took some doing but he got his cousin all the necessary paperwork and documents that were needed. They would kill him off when his hair grew out more. Then he would “rescue” her from somewhere and if she wanted she could become his wife. They just had to stay alive long enough to fall in love!

They moved to the front line a few days later. They kept their heads down and did what they were told to do. They became very good teammates. They did everything toġether, they slept together to stay warm, they did their duties together, they became a sniper team, she was the spotter and he the shooter. While both their sympathies were actually with the White army, in war it comes down to defending the men close to you and they became very efficient at doing that. At night they would talk quietly about the future and gradually they fell in love. It wasn’t hard for Yuri, he was already there, but she/he took a little longer. She was very appreciative of his saving her life, but that wasn’t enough to build a life together. But as they shared each other’s dreams and aspirations for the future she fell in love with the man that he was.

They had some close calls. A counter sniper team missed their first shot by an inch! Ivan spotted them and directed Yuri so that he was able to return fire, they didn’t get off their second shot. Another time they were surrounded by German troops. Ivan/Anna was able to talk their way through their lines speaking in German.

Eventually they consummated their love for each other, they were assigned a quiet sector and it was night. They found an excellent hide and it was a warm night in August. The moon was full and a slight breeze was blowing from the east. Yuri stripped Anna’s clothes off one piece at a time, kissing any and all exposed flesh as it became visible. He relished the feel of her rock hard nipples as his palms rubbed them gently. Her breasts filled his hands without overflowing them. They kissed as the lovers they were becoming. A deep kiss that transcended cultural barriers, that washed away the aristocracy more fully than bullets ever would. Tongues entwined and breathing stopped as their very souls meshed and fused into equal parts. Moving down her neck giving her small bites and loving kisses down to her breasts where he sucked her nipples making them even more turgid than before. Then in turn grasping them between his teeth and pulling them until it stretched her breast into a cone shape. Then allowing it to escape his grasp and snap back into their original beautiful shape.

Anastasia didn’t have any experience in the art of making love. But she was finding out that she liked it very much indeed. The kiss they shared was the first kiss she had ever had from someone who was not a relative, and it had been nothing like those kisses. She had found herself getting wet in her privates. It felt similar to her monthlies, but there was a tingling sensation too. She found herself squirming, like she wanted more of the kisses yet beyond that in some way. Then he kissed down her neck, even biting her skin and sucking. More tingling sensations! When he started kissing and sucking her breasts and at her nipples the sensation between her legs threatened to do something, she wasn’t sure, but she felt like she would explode or something!

Yuri moved down from her breasts, briefly tonguing her belly button. Then he unbuttoned her pants and began rubbing between her legs. The feelings of having some kind of explosion intensified dramatically. Then he pulled down her pants and underwear, she was naked and exposed to the view of a man. And view he did, he spread her legs and touched the treasure between them. An intoxicating smell wafted up from her parted nether lips. They were wet and his finger slid through the wetness and touched the membrane that protected her opening. Then he brought it up and rubbed her little button, she gasped and began convulsing her hips rising up to get more contact with the fingers. He scooted down further and began substituting his tongue for the fingers, enjoying the taste as well as the silky feel of her lips. Finding her clit, he lavished his attention on it. Sucking it into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue, then licking up the lubricating juices it produced, ambrosia!

Anastasia was lost in the passion, she had never in her life had an orgasm, in fact she didn’t know a woman could have one. Now she was having one every couple of minutes, but she felt something bigger was coming! Yuri bit down on her clit, suddenly the big one hit her, she arched her back and began to shake as if she were a child’s doll being punished. At the peak she lost consciousness, but her body continued in ecstasy for two more minutes.

Wasting no time Yuri sank his cock into the virgin hole knowing she wouldn’t feel any pain at that moment, Anastasia regained consciousness to find herself building to another orgasm, something was moving in and out of the inside of her body. Rather than protest this invasion, she wrapped her legs around the body on top of her, and began to flex her knees drawing the object into herself with greater force! The feeling building up once again went beyond the biggest one and suddenly the grand mall of orgasms hit her. She lost all control humping back at the rod that was inside of her with all her might, the feeling it squirt inside her, she recognized Yuri’s voice as he cried out in his release. She felt liquid squirt from her body just before she once again passed out.

They both slept for thirty minutes joined together, their combined essence mixed together was slowly seeping past the now reduced plug that held it inside. They woke up together and kissed one another once more. They broke apart momentarily while each accessed the situation. Both of them came to the exact same conclusion, this was heaven on earth! They intertwined their bodies once more, and kissed as sleep claimed them once more.

They were given an important mission. They were to infiltrate behind the enemy lines and kill a very important General! The distance behind the lines was two miles, they were assured that the distance back would be shorter, they were going to initiate an advance in the confusion created by the General’s death. They had to kill the General within a thirty minute timeframe twelve hours from then.

Ivan and Yuri had to figure out how to disguise his Kropatschek rifle, it was four feet long when assembled, the barrel was thirty two inches apart, the stock was about the same. The rifle was accurate to twenty two hundred yards, over a mile. The muzzle velocity was over two thousand feet per second with an eight millimeter bullet. They commandeered a two wheel cart, they had a carpenter make a false bottom, the gun and several rounds of ammunition were stored in the space and secured. They spread dirt on the new lumber and spent three hours grinding the dirt into the new looking wood making it look old. After matching the other old wood they left for the front lines. Passing through the Bolshevik lines was easy, half way across Ivan changed into Anna. When they reached the White Army lines they simply appeared as man and wife and they were also passed through. They drove the mule pulling the cart to the site where the general was going to be. Looking around from there Yuri spotted a tall building to the south. They drove to it and found an abandoned two story building that had been partially destroyed by a cannon shell. They hid the cart and the mule in a stable on the same property. They found what had been a bedroom on the second floor that had a north side window, getting a table and chair he set up well back of the window. Down stairs he filled two small cloth sacks with sandy soil and tied them closed.

He emptied the cart and retrieved the rifle and assembled it. Taking it, some ammunition, and the two bags they went up to the bedroom to wait. The bedroom still contained a bed! They put it to good use. After hiding the rifle and bags in the closet. Yuri began the process of making love to Anna, kissing her on the mouth down her neck, her breasts, teasing her erect nipples, then lower, past her belly button. Kissing while stroking her body, finding those spots that intensified her desire, ultimately to her sexual center between her spread legs. Kissing, licking and sucking the parts that we so deliciously exposed to his view and taste. And taste he did, sucking her nether lips into his mouth and probing her depths with his tongue. Sucking her clit into his mouth and rubbing his tongue over it, she climaxed loudly.