One other scene for now I wanted to add serves as little preamble to the assassination sequence I posted earlier. Among those targeted and killed was the aforementioned Minister Vyacheslav von Plehve. In this scene he is speaking to Julia Cantacuzene Spiransky-Grant...American born wife of Prince Michael Cantacuzene and first granddaughter of former US President Ulysses S. Grant. The two had befriended one another while living close together in St. Petersburg. As he did often Plehve meets Grant for tea during the day and keeps her company while her husband is away on duty.
July, 1904 - St. Petersburg
Grant: Well as you know my dear Minister the Prince and I will be traveling abroad over the next few months.
Plehve: Ah, yes, where will you go exactly...a visit back to America I hope?
Grant: Yes I cannot wait. The children have never been...first we will be stopping at Michael's family estates in Romania and the Ukraine before heading to London and Paris however.
Plehve: Well it sounds like a wonderful adventure. But I must admit that I am sorry you are going away...I have enjoyed coming here sometimes for a quiet hour very much, and I’m afraid I won’t see you again.
Grant (startled and confused): But I shall be back in town in the autumn, and on the contrary. I hope you will again take up this nice habit of dropping in on me often.
Plehve: If I am still alive, I will surely be among your frequent callers, but these people who think I am doing everything wrong, and who have been trying to assassinate me for some time back, are more than ever trailing me now. Probably they will get to me soon.
Grant: Good Lord...well you are Minister of the Interior with the police in your department. Why don’t you protect yourself?
Plehve: It wouldn’t look well, nor be well, for me to surround myself with police and show fear, would it? When I have things to do, I will go out like other men, whatever the consequences. I’m afraid there is only one way to perform one’s duty and take what comes. I've sworn allegiance to the Tsar knowing full well the risks.
Grant (greatly agitated): But something must be done. You shouldn't live in fear but you ought to be able to guard against danger.
Plehve (smiling): I'm grateful for your concern, and who knows. They've failed to get me on at least three other occasions. Perhaps the Lord is playing a role in protecting me.
Grant: Well I'll speak to my husband about this and I think someone should inform the Tsar...
Plehve (interrupting her and taking her hand, gently patting it, while having a chuckle): Oh my dear Princess you are truly divine and possess a heart of gold. Lets simply plan on seeing one another in the autumn, shall well?
Grant: Well...yes...that would make me happy.
Plehve (kissing her on he hand): I must take my leave now and return to my duties. I wish to leave this world by making it a safer place for the likes of you and your children.
We are shown the Minister entering his carriage as Grant stands on her front porch steps wishing him goodbye. A look of grave concern passes her face but Plehve seems almost joyous. He smiles and shouts "A pleasant summer to you, and thanks again!" while waving a farewell to the Princess and being driven off. The scene fades out.