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great effort and great expense, sometimes of funds and sometimes of life. In most cases, the<br />
investment did not pay off. The young men married or took up professions and became caught within<br />
the maw of personal ambition. They moved on, their revolutionary days a mere memory, something<br />
they would brag about behind closed doors and after much drink. Only a small percentage of the boys<br />
recruited remained long enough to progress within the group and even they could not always be<br />
trusted.<br />
Yulian was the perfect example. At Gregor’s insistence they had gotten him inside the palace<br />
and through the boy’s own gift for dance he had thrived there. But then came the girl, the damn girl<br />
who wanted nothing more than to dance in that whore of a city called Paris, and Yulian’s head had<br />
been turned. We will kill the tsar after the tour, he told them. Katya and I must go to Paris first. It<br />
means so much to her. Yes, this was the impudence of the boy. He looked into the face of a man who<br />
had offered his body up to a bullet and said that yes, he would help them, but that he wanted to go to<br />
Paris first.<br />
Paris first.<br />
That is what the boy said.<br />
The revolution could wait until his holiday was complete.<br />
And then he had added casually, almost as an aside, the remark which sealed his fate. “Katya<br />
understands I must someday return and do my duty. I tell her everything, you see.”<br />
Here was the secret that only one man kept: the death of Yulian Krupin came at the hands of the<br />
cause he served.<br />
The day he decided he must eliminate one of his own was a dark day indeed, but Filip had long<br />
ago accepted the need to make difficult decisions. You could hardly take the boy without the girl; the<br />
two had argued quite convincingly to everyone within earshot that their fates were linked. Yulian had<br />
died as he lived – blindly - and Katya had followed with remarkable ease, almost cooperatively,<br />
almost as if she understood that for Russian women, romantic love was generally a death sentence.<br />
Even when one is a member of a collective there are times when one must act alone. Filip<br />
understood that no one in the Volya could ever know of his decision, and nor could anyone within the<br />
palace. Keeping his secret had already proven difficult, for Gregor had many unanswered questions<br />
about his brother’s death. At the memorial service he had approached Filip and held out a<br />
handkerchief saying “So that you might weep for my brother, comrade.”