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The Bolshevik's secret police and network of monitorings

were as inept and clumsy as the Tsar's had been:  the

names---Isekela and Yalok---identified just two adolescent

boys, dislikers of shirts, haters of shoes, and probably

queer for each other and no threat to the foe-surrounded

Workers' Paradise (as the leadership liked to remind

each other).  Most often barefoot or just socksheathed,

clad in oversized tunics and baggy trousers, the boys

dwelt under our watchful eyes---we who had sworn, in the

Cathedral of Saint Basil, to protect them (following the

ancient example of the Inimitable Livers, organized by

Marcus Antonius to protect of his stepson, Kaisarion),

not that far from Yekaterinburg where we had refused to

murder the Lord's anointed and his family.

Here, the always bloodthirsty Red Star

(itself only a variation of the legendary вурдалака)

shall not be risen very high or very far.

Starward*Led