The following day the Duma tells the royal family to travel to Yekaterinburg and since I took care of them I was forced to go along with them. We were met with many guards surrounding the area, I am separated from the family and put in a separate room. There are no windows, a single candle lights a portion of the room. Not a bed or anything. I sit on the stone floor and wait, I pull out a small doll, some thread, and a needle. At what I’m assuming is midnight, I am forced to stop what I’m doing and I am taken outside where I see the royal family standing against a wall: His majesty, the queen, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia, and Alexei. The soldiers raise their bayonets and fire once...twice...and a third time. My eyes widen, as I stare at the children’s corpses. I could care less about the queen’s and king’s...but the children...they were only kids! They drag me back to that dark room, eyes still wide in shock. Why...? Why did they kill the royal family...? The image of the children’s lifeless bodies replays in my head all night.