Russia was a clean start, Russia was something new! Russia was...cold. Very cold. Much colder than her beloved Paris. But at least no one knew who she was here. No one here could report to her homeland of her whereabout's so Paul could track her down. She was free here. Well, mostly free. Russia had been in it's own revolution for years now, and it was obvious with the multiple times Marguerite's papers were asked for when she first arrived.
After she settled into her small apartment, she went hunting for work. Actresses were not really in high supply nor demand in St. Petersburg, but she did come across one that caught her eye. It called for a young lady with red hair and blue eyes, certainly she was qualified!
The audition was held at one of the local theater's and she opened the large door of the auditorium and spotted two gentlemen sitting at a table near the front. She tried to catch their attention as she walked down the aisle, speaking with her crisp french accent. "Pardon. Is it too late for auditions?" Marguerite removed her hat, letting her red hair flow down.