One moment, I wake up from my sleep. However, what I see is only darkness. I try to get up but I'm tied on a chair. I become curious as I just see a little of the light and I want to know what the hell is happening. When, where, what, who, anything...I'm such losing my own mind. What just happening!? God, please help me to end this.
Suddenly, the light gets brighter...and I see a child dressed in sailor uniform. Wait, I think I know who he is. I just remember someone...the last Tsarevich that should growing up and reign the Russian Empire, but he just met his death.
Me: Is that you, Alexei? Well, you should be older than me if we meet together...but sadly, you still look as a young boy.
Tsarevich Alexei: Don't just call me Alexei! Call me Tsarevich and respect me as the last Romanov!
Me: Why do you get angry with me?
Tsarevich Alexei: It's because your own foolishness. If you live in my age, you might lose your life if you dare to resist the Bolsheviks or supporting us, the Romanovs. Because that bloody Lenin, the Empire that survived for centuries ended with tragedy...even me.
Me: Why I should be accused? What the hell is happening?
Tsarevich Alexei: As the youngest and the last, I should defend the throne...but God had determined my fate. If I survived, Cold War will never happened. I've been married and could see my son reign the Empire after me. The Romanov generation should continue until today...not Lenin, not Stalin, not even Khrushchev.
Me: So, who created this hell?
Tsarevich Alexei: It's me who did this. I just picked up your spirit and tied you to the chair...and when you get up, your true body is here.
Me: Why did you do this to me, Tsarevich? Tell me, I don't understand.
Tsarevich Alexei: I know that once, you supported Communist and Soviet Union. You also said that this era should return to Cold War situation...even Soviet Union no longer exists. You should know that Soviet Union is just the successor for Russian Empire...created illegally through tragedy and ended by the same fate. Lenin and Stalin should rest in hell. They had deserved their own actions.
Me: How did you know about me even you died many years ago?
Tsarevich Alexei: Through my spirit. He is alive even my body is dead. In this nature, we'll exist in the true form of ourselves. That's why I heard you saying that you're suffering.
Me: How can I help you rest in peace?
Tsarevich Alexei: It's too late already. I've been buried in 2008 and I already rest in peace. It's my pride that Russian Orthodox priests canonized my family and myself as holy martyrs. In a few moments from now, you'll temporarily forgetting your Communist nature. You should remember the tragedy that happened to us. I should have a few weeks for my birthday, but that is what I got for it.
Me: Do you mean, the Romanov massacre?
Tsarevich Alexei: Absolutely. Just imagine...how you will feel if you were me? What will you do? Just praying to God without doing anything that can help you?
As Tsarevich Alexei asks me, the vision of the murder scene comes into reality. I was forced to sit in front together with Tsarevich and his family. A man named Yurovsky read his memoir for their execution. Tsar Nicholas II questions harshly and the Bolsheviks release the shots...one by one. Later, the child and me try to escape but they knock us. I just able to see Tsarevich spits blood at the moment Yurovsky stabbed him.
Tsarevich Alexei: God...help me. I'm in great pain. I cannot stand for this anymore.
However, Yurovsky ignores the child thus forcing one of his minions to kill him. When one of them shoots me in point-blank range, I just realized that I was dreaming. Damn, it seems that I just had a nightmare. Luckily, those things don't occur in my life physically. I try to find Alexei, but actually he is already dead for almost a century.
If I had a horrible and suffering life like Tsarevich Alexei, I think I won't live longer... Sadly, this is the unfortunate ending for a ten-year old child like him. I am sure he also wanted to live a normal life like others. Nothing will happen except if it is determined by God. Death comes anytime it has to be.