Say now! That very anemic, prostrate fellow lying stiff as abroad behind the pale, perverse prostitute looks very familiar. He could be mistaken for Rasputin's twin if i am not mistaken. Might it be that the long held belief that the ultimate bad boy of Romanov era was not poisoned, stabbed, shot, stomped on and toss din the river after all. Might those conducting the autopsy been forced to create so wild a tale when they could not explain how he died in the arms of a cruel, corrupt concubine with an insatiable craving for the crimson life elixir, particularly some with so sinister a natural power. if so, i think it be a very ill portent that a devious demoness has gotten her hands on that kind of blood.