I DO NOT OWN ANASTASIA

As Aleksandr came to, he saw a rifle being aimed right in his face. He looked up and saw a imperial German soldier pointing a rifle straight at him. His spiked helmet was doing a good job of being intimidating.

"Auf den Füßen, russischer Dreck!" (On your feet, Russian filth!) The German shouted, motioning Aleksandr to stand up. The Russian got to his feet and saw that Lyosha and Bogdan had already been rounded up. Their hands were bound and rifles were aimed at them. Aleksandr was roughed up as the Germans roped his hands together. After the men were tied up, they were searched and their valuables were seized. The Germans took their canteens and whatever they had on their persons. It came to a head when a German soldier made a grab for the scarf.

"Nyet, the grand duchess made that for me!" Aleksandr exclaimed as he fought desperately to hold onto the scarf, which wasn't easy considering that his hands were tied.

"Gib es mir, verdammt noch mal!" (Give it to me, damn you!) The Kraut ordered as he punched and kicked Aleksandr as hard as he could. The young soldier kept holding onto the scarf until he was knocked out by a German brought the butt of his firearm down on Aleksandr's head.

When he came to, Aleksandr found that he was being kept in a German encampment. He looked over and saw that he, Lyosha, and Bogdan, along with several other Russian captives were being held prisoner outside of the German army camp.

"How long have we been here?" He asked out loud.

"About 5 hours, give or take." Lyosha replied.

"I heard that we lost at Tannenburg and that the Germans are going to advance." Bogdan said woefully. Aleksandr took a moment to catch his breath and then took a look around at the Kraut encampment. There were dark colored tents set up and the area was cluttered with supplies and soldiers. Aleksandr tried to see if there was any way that they could escape, but none appeared. He managed to reach a couple of fingers into his pockets and a nasty surprise awaited him.

"Nyet...NYET!" Aleksandr moaned. "It's gone!"

"What's gone?" Bogdan inquired.

"My letter from the grand duchess, Marie's letter..." Aleksandr whispered as he hung his head and sobbed. He had lost the scarf she had knitted and the letter she had wrote. The Russian soldier had lost every trinket he had of his Russian princess. What would get him through his time in German captivity now?

CAN ALEKSANDR AND HIS FRIENDS SURVIVE BEING HELD BY GERMAN SOLDIERS? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.