I tear a piece of cloth from my dress and wrap my leg to the best of my abilities. Things calm down as day turns into night and we’re allowed out. The Bolsheviks renamed themselves the ‘Communists’ and had taken over the palace.

March 3, 1918. It seemed like an average day except for the fact that the Duma had a special visitor. Daria and I stand by the door again trying to hear what the man named Vladimir Lenin had to say. 

“Lenin! We cannot sign this treaty!”, “This is absurd!”.

A soldier comes out and looks at us, “Nosy little girls, What are you doing here?” He crosses his arms, his face stern.

“W-well we w-were um...c-curious…” My face pale, palms clammy.

He chuckles softly, “Fair enough, little girls. They are pulling Mother Russia from the war.” Daria and I look at each other and calm down. “But, they are giving up most of our land to those stupid Germans.”

Daria and I both our eyes widen, “What!?” 

“Mhm, now you girls should run along.” We nod and go back to our duties.