We got out of the car at last. In front of the Royal Palace, black-coated soldiers stood at attention on both sides of the red carpeted pathway. I looked up at the multi-domed roof of the red majestic buildings before me.
A group of royal guards appeared and bowed at Alexandra. We kept walking forward through the massive gate. Then I saw a bearded man came up and gave a respective bow to Alex.
I recognized him. He was the Starets, a holy man, who had served as a religious teacher to the imperial family back in the day. I was a little surprised that this starets was still around. The former Czar was so fond of him. They thought his prayers had saved their sick Czarevich Alexei, who was the only heir to the Russian throne at that time. But the Bolsheviks thought they were just a bunch of l
