Chapter 8
St. Petersburg, 1905
“I have met the most wonderful person, Militsa,” Stana said, bustling into the elegantly appointed morning room as her sister was having tea. The room’s walls, furniture, and drapery had been designed to look like something out of the French court before the revolution. Even the everyday tea set was gilded in gold. “You must let me introduce you so you can bring him under your spell. He will work wonders for us both. He claims to be a man of God, but he’s much, much more. His name is Grigori, and he’s from Tobolsk province in Siberia.”
“A man of God?” Militsa scoffed. “Surely, you jest.” She waved to a servant to bring tea and pastries for her sister, along with a decanter of cognac, her sister’s favorite drink.
“Not at all. We need to introduce him to th
