You were an orphan girl with amnesia, orphaned since the age of eight…with no memory of your past. The hospital that had cared for you previously called you Anya, so that’s what you’d went by….but you didn’t know what your name actually was.you didn’t know who you were…you were pale, undernourished and short. You were poor, and didn’t have much to live off of. All you knew was that you needed to find your family in Paris…you needed exit papers. And an old Russian woman told you to go to Petersburg, and find a Dimitri… and that he was the one who could help you. So you walked all the way there from your different area of Russia. It was long, but worth it…once you arrived to the place, you knock on the wooden door….

*Dimitri is in the abandoned private theatre of the late Romanov family…him and his friend Vlad had been using as somewhat of a home, ever since the royal family had died. He was taking auditions for someone to act as the missing princess Anastasia, so that they could bring the girl to Paris…and then return her to her grandmother, for the reward money…the best con they’d come up with yet, in their many years of resorting to being conmen. He was just sitting, after finishing up the last audition with no luck…chatting with Vlad..

“That was the last girl? Are you sure…? Damn it, I really thought this plan would would work…”

he says, but just before Vlad can respond…