Lev and Anzu look at each other, then at Alex. Then they look at each other again.
"Романовы," says Anzu, in a hollow voice.
"Der tzar?" says Lev, and starts laughing again. "Blitiker g'hinnom!" He leans on Anzu, who's shaking his head.
"Come'st thou from where we came from, then, Alyosha?" Anzu says. "The sovyets— okh, they call them sovyets in Bayern too, but ..." He takes a sharp breath. "But, nu. What other side? Surely not the Whites— when Paris put up the barricades again, they had few places left to go—"
And left unspoken, not thy style at all, the White Guard.
He doesn't seem hostile, merely curious. And really, he's confused. What other side? The old guard of the Occident had crumpled.
Lev is looking around the courtyard, in the meantime. Making sure they aren't attracting attention.
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Lev and Anzu look at each other, then at Alex. Then they look at each other again.
"Романовы," says Anzu, in a hollow voice.
"Der tzar?" says Lev, and starts laughing again. "Blitiker g'hinnom!" He leans on Anzu, who's shaking his head.
"Come'st thou from where we came from, then, Alyosha?" Anzu says. "The sovyets— okh, they call them sovyets in Bayern too, but ..." He takes a sharp breath. "But, nu. What other side? Surely not the Whites— when Paris put up the barricades again, they had few places left to go—"
And left unspoken, not thy style at all, the White Guard.
He doesn't seem hostile, merely curious. And really, he's confused. What other side? The old guard of the Occident had crumpled.
Lev is looking around the courtyard, in the meantime. Making sure they aren't attracting attention.