Vasiliev shook his head, pulling himself out of the trance he was in. He knew, in both his heart and mind, that this was the woman he had saved long ago...could he simply arrest her? Certainly, they would have her killed! The charges against her were grave, the highest being treason itself! There's no way he could let her be lined up with other revolutionaries and shot like a pig. He knew his allegiance to the Tsar was very weak, for he always had sympathies toward the workers, especially after Bloody Sunday. But now, it was time to act...<br/><br/>Vasiliev regained his footing, clearing his throat and returning to his polite, yet solemn demeanor. "...I would like to ask you to step outside with me, for the Tsar has charges against you. Please, come quietly, for there is no need for violence." He turned his back to the door so his comrades could not see his face, and he presented a knife to her, motioning for her to take it and winking. "Miss, there will be time to discuss things further, just come with me..." He quickly reached out to her, grasping her arm lightly and pulling her toward him. He spoke in a low whisper, not even the closest child could have heard. "I know you, Miss Pavlova...play along, and you'll live." With that, he backed away a bit, but kept his grip on her arm...only it was tighter than before.<br/><br/>On the outside, the whole interaction seemed normal enough, the whispering part probably just him trying to keep certain words from the kid's ears; they did not need to know that she was a revolutionary, after all. Soon, Vasiliev led the "suspect" (as if she'd be given a trial) out of the room, handing her off to the two other guards. "Keep a good grip on her...both of you." They nodded, both of them grabbing an arm, slowly and roughly bringing her toward the exit of the school.<br/><br/>Vasiliev eyed the officer, who was directly behind the other guards. While the guards carried Mosin Nagant<span style="font-style: italic">rifles</span>, he had a Mosin Nagant revolver, which had a much higher firing rate (the rifles are bolt action, after all). Vasiliev knew what he needed to do...he reached out and grabbed his revolver, dropping his rifle in the process. The officer turned around in surprise, only to have a bullet blow the top half of his skull off.<br/><br/>The officer collapsed, his body lifeless. The two other guards had trouble reacting, since they had their hands on Vera, rather than on their rifles, which were slung around their backs. They both turned their heads to see what was going on, one freezing in place (a rookie, no doubt; he looked very young), the other letting go of Vera in panic, trying his best to ready to rifle...but they were both helpless to stop Vasiliev.<br/><br/>In a matter of moments, Vasiliev put two bullets in the chest of the panicking guard, and three in the back of the rookie...they were both dead by the time they hit the floor. Vasiliev tossed the revolver, having expended all six shots. He picked up his rifle, picking up one of the others from the guards and grabbing his ammo belt. Quickly, he slung the second rifle over his back, along with the belt before looking to Vera, his eyes full of worry for her and determination to survive and get Vera out alive. "We must leave, now! Other guards will be upon us at any moment! There is a truck outside which we can use, but you must trust me and follow all of my commands. Do you understand?"