The fake Professor

Royal Palace, Austria

Anina stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes. At first she thought, where she was? She hurriedly sat up.

While looking around she remembered, she was in Vladimir's place. In his own room. Room looked modern yet it seemed, filled with the memories of centuries.

It seems old. Not just old. It talked about being the witness of past. Anina felt this room was something scared. Not in real sense though, but it screamed, 'Vladimir'.

Everything was in dark blood red and black with the touch of golden shine. One thing she noticed, the room had little sunlight coming in. It was almost covered with layers of red black heavy curtains.

Anina sighed and looked at herself. She was sleeping in the same dress she arrived here. She forgot to change. Yes, she remembered last night's events.

She felt anger. She was tricked. Vladimir played with her emotions. He arranged that person to be in his place. How pathetic!