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[The video begins abruptly, when a young woman with red hair seems to step on the communication device. She doesn't seem to notice the device is on, or that it's even there. She's too busy raging to a floppy eared dog sitting on the edge of the fountain, walking around in a circle, hands in the air.]

--is the absolute LAST time I'm taking the train, I swear! I thought we were going to have a nice, safe train ride...actually, no, forget the train. This is the last time I listen to Dimitri! This could've all been avoided if he'd made sure our papers were fine, but nooo, they're absolutely blue, don't worry about a thing, Your Grace! Ha! And then, he thinks going and hiding in the baggage car is a good idea? Great idea, Dimitri, you nearly got us all killed!

[She makes an irritated growl before sitting next to the dog, scratching its ears idly before sighing.]

So...where exactly are we, anyway? We did jump from a moving train car, so...
[She moves to check her pulse, before frowning.]

Right, nevermind, we're not dead...and this is definitely not Russia...

[She sighs again, before smirking slightly at the dog.]

How much do you want to bet this is Dimitri's fault somehow?

[It's only now that she seems to notice the black communication device lying on the ground. Frowning, she moves to pick it up, bring it right up close to her face, staring at it in confusion.]

And what the heck is this thing...

[She pokes at it a few times, trying to figure out what this weird little black thing is and why it was just lying around.]

Hello?

[And as she continues poking at it, she manages to cut off the video feed.]

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It would be helpful if you'd give me a year for reference.

[Oh, right. She's technically from the past. Still not something she can really wrap her head around.]

Uh...1926.

Hmn.

[Well, she's even got most of his City soviet friends-and-acquaintances beat.]

You've a while, then. Honestly, in your place, I wouldn't worry about it.

[There's plenty she ought to worry about, maybe, but he's disinclined to be a doom-and-gloom history tutor.]

[Yeah, she's still in that time period where those Romanov survival rumors still have some credibility.]>/small>

Oh. Okay, then.

[It doesn't matter to her if they overthrow the government or not. She's got no real plan of sticking around in Russia.]

I'm Anya.

[It's okay, Anya, he's not above humouring a pretender to the throne if it amuses him.]

Isaak. Welcome to the City, as you've no doubt already been told.

[She's not reaaally a pretender. She just doesn't know that, and she's still trying to wrap her head around the 'possibly a grand duchess' thing.]

Yeah, I've been told that. Still takes some getting used to, though.

[Well, from his perspective things are bound to be a bit different.]

I'm sure you'll adjust. Everyone does, sooner or later.

[Fair enough.]

Yeah, that's what people have been telling me...still, it's a lot at once. City in the future, all this new technology stuff, I have to find a job and a house...

They'll let you float a month's rent until you're settled, in any of the main buildings. Although a great many people prefer to find flatmates.

Flatmates, huh...

[Time to go make some friends to live with!]

As for a job, there's always someone hiring.

Okay, so at least there's that. Plenty of jobs, that's nice.

[And new. No working at the fishmarket, yess!]

Well, I hope you'll let me know if you've other questions.

I will. Thank you.

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