Ludmilla felt the embrace of two arms, immediatly she saw the thoughts of Hilvod in her mind. There was a comotion from downstairs and a guard began to blow a whistle. He only got a short tweet out before he began choking. Ludmilla felt a cold shiver run through her body when a sickening snap echoed up the steps. Ludmilla heard foot steps and felt a feeling of fufilment from who ever was coming up the stairs.
"Whos there?" Ludmilla said nervously
"Me." A rough voice replied, Ludmilla had heard that voice before.
"No it can't be, your....your"
"Locked Up?" the voice replied as the steps continued "Oh no my dear I am very much free."
"Who is this?" Ludmilla could sense Hilvods Thoughts, she wasn't sure what would happen next. The Voice finally gained a face and a body
"Kaschov?" Ludmilla said in disbelief
"Please call me Forester." The menacing man replied. "After all thats where your nation dumped me to die. And for what? Your in bed with the Soviets again. They have soldiers patrolling your streets, your hall ways and your skies. You imprisoned me so I wouldn't tell my Comrades where you were hiding but in the end it didn't matter. Lets just make this as short as possible."Your Government has claimed the lives of many good men."
"Stop! This won't bring her back you know that!" Ludmilla pleaded, she remembered the day her cousin the Queen of the ESSR was deposed and how several months later an assassin finished the job. She Remembered telling Ivan Kaschov of his Friends Death though she suspected it was more then a friend ship.
"I Do not Care about that! Your Tyranny ends here!" Kaschov Shouted, Ludmilla heard a scream at the bottom of the stairs and heard many boots running through the hall way. Most of the voices were Soviet, The Queen had accepted the ESSR's offer to assist in rebuilding the Estovakian Union and many soldiers from there were patroling anything important like the pallace. Ludmilla closed her eyes, she heard a shot and was certain she would be hit. she oppened them. A soviet Soldier held a Pistol in his hands which were shaking, smoke was coming out of the barrel. An officer took the gun from the soldier and two others escorted him down the steps....
OOC: Will Post Dossier on factbook about Kaschov. PS Thanks ESSR for the good Idea for a plot twist
