Chapter 21
St. Petersburg, 1918
As soon as Militsa’s driver stopped on the driveway of Stana’s house, Militsa got out of the back seat of her automobile and told her driver to wait. She hurried to the front door and pounded loudly using the large brass knocker. A crying maid opened the door and pointed the way to the parlor.
Militsa stopped at the doorway and looked with dismay at the pile of suitcases and boxes. Stana was kneeling on the floor filling yet another box. “What are you doing?” Militsa said as she approached. “You can’t take any of that.”
“What do you mean, I can’t? I have to. I need it.”
“We don’t have room for it. I’m afraid we’ve waited too long already! We’ve got to run, and be able to move fast. Friends and family of the Tsar living near the Winter Palace and Alexand
