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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

reserved rooms for us, Alexander entered it into the GPS and we went there. It was
located in the small town of Сhinon, eleven kilometres from our Château.

We quickly found the place where the hotel was, but did not immediately find the
hotel itself, although we passed by it a couple of times. On wandering a little, we finally
found it and occupied our rooms. After all the scrapes and adventures of the last days
Alexander and I thought only of one thing–to stretch out our legs as soon as possible.
We found a restaurant which was still open, had a quick bite and left to have a little
rest. Frederic informed me that tomorrow, November 18, I would have an appointment
with a Detective Inspector at 10 a.m. Alexander and I already knew where the
Gendarmerie was.
In the morning we found out that yesterday’s journey demanded payment; our
legs suffered from muscle spasms, which was not highly surprising–sitting without any
opportunity to stir for four hours and then driving for several hours adversely affected
us. It appeared that nobody took into account people with a height of two-metres or
higher, and the air transporters show no interest whatsoever in where people of such
height will put their feet after squeezing themselves into the narrow seats of a plane.
Well, this was just a "lyrical" digression…

On Thursday, November 18, we came to the Gendarmerie at 10 a.m. I gave my
name and said that I had an appointment for this time. Certainly, I spoke English. The
French do not like the English much and try to avoid speaking their language, except
for cases when it is absolutely necessary, even if they speak it quite fluently. By 10
o’clock an interpreter from Russian into French came and the conversation-
interrogation began. The Inspector immediately stated that the case was under the direct
control of the Public prosecutor of the French Republic and asked Alexander to wait
for me outside. Alexander asked me to give him a ring when the interrogation was over
and returned to the hotel.
The first question I was asked was how did I know that my wife was dead? He
was surprised at the fact that I had called our housekeeper and asked her to check
whether everything was all right with Svetlana. When Frederic found Svetlana, her
body was still warm. It was also warm when the gendarmes arrived at the Château,
which happened not earlier than two hours after her death, the Inspector said. The fact
that I tried to return Svetlana to life, regrettably, with no success for the reasons I
mentioned earlier, resulted in the life in the cells of her body continuing to glimmer
long enough, but the blood constricted Svetlana’s heart and prevented me from starting
it up. I did not tell him everything. I just said that I felt that something was wrong and
called Frederic.

The conversation-interrogation lasted seven and a half hours! Certainly, the
circumstance that we communicated through the interpreter made it that long;
nevertheless, seven and a half hours remain seven and a half hours. Many questions
were asked about the time, when Svetlana worked as a high-fashion designer.
Few knew that Svetlana was honoured with membership of the so-called
Syndicate of High Fashion where she was the only one from any of the former Soviet
Union countries! She was nominated as the best designer of the 20 century which
th
created many enemies in the world of high fashion, first of all because she was

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