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They killed my nanny.

Actually they shot my whole

family and stole all the jewels.

Apart from this.

And they're still after me.

That's why I hid in the yard.

What's your name?

My real name is Ludmilla

Alexandra Sumarokov Rodzianko.

Rodzianko.

- But you can call me Mogga.

Don't breathe a word of this

to anyone. Cross your heart!

I'll take you home.

I'd like to sleep here.

- But...

Go ahead.

Is it yours?

Yes. But you can use it.

- Thank you.

And please be quiet. My knee

hurts and I'm exhausted!

There's a certain person

I don't want to talk to.

Now you watch out

they don't catch you.

Thanks for your help.

If you ever need help again...

- That won't be necessary.

- No. -

So there was someone at home?

- No.

He's gone to work.

- Who is little Miss Know-It-All?

I'm his niece.

- Oh...

Malthe doesn't have a family.

Or so he always says.

I am his niece.

- He's so unreliable.

He's an ex-convict.

- Is that a fact?

Hey! I'm not working my knees

to shreds for the heck of it!

Get out!

- I'm sorry.

That's just not enough.

You wipe it clean!

What kind of girl is she?

- What kind?

What do you mean?

- Well... is she happy?

Is she hotheaded?

Does she have any friends?

She does very well at school.

But...

Happy?

I really couldn't say.

Excuse me for just a second.

- Yes. -

What are they going

to do about it?

They asked what she's like.

- What do they mean?

Her character...

whether she's happy.

What the devil can I say?

- Well...

You know Emma. Did you tell

them what she was wearing?

But what is she like? You're

her mother, you should know.

I'm at the company all day.

- I don't need these problems.

Yes?

- The masseuse is here.

Thank you. You wouldn't have

a company were it not for me.

I knew it! Are you going

to start all that again?

I got a spoiled girl who's never

earned a single penny herself.

Who doesn't know her own child.

- I'll be right there.

We're closing the door now!

Or so you say. But aren't you

exaggerating dear Paul?

They never took notice of her.

All he thinks about is money -

- and the posh Mrs. Zlow spends

all day with her masseuse.

Family life is not for me.

- Our child wouldn't be a brat.

You're dreaming.

I'd like to stay

the night again.

They're still after me.

Two men. They're bolshe...

Bolsheviks?

My knee still hurts.

All that about the bolsheviks...

is that really true?

Then tell me about it!

Some things are

better left untold.

Yes...

You can stay here tonight.

I met the lady who knocked.

- What did you tell her?

I said I was your niece.

- I don't have a niece.

Now you do.

Let's go to "Nsen".

Then we can give

my dinner to the cat.

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