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<br> The Photographer IV<br><br> <br><br>Several productive days passed, when Dillon found himself lying in bed, wondering how he should spend his day off. Sadly, Tanya’s husband wouldn’t leave town for two more days. As Dillon wallowed in this particular depression, listening to the city awaken around him, he heard soft knocking at his door. Wrapping his sheet around his waist, he arose from bed and answered the door, to find a sad looking Anastasia and Masha. What was wrong with the poor girls? Dillon grew concerned as he invited them in.<br><br> <br><br>“I had to get Ana out of the house, Dillon,” Masha explained. “I’m sorry, but I just didn’t know what to do with her. She is in so much trouble with Mikhail.” Dillon looked at poor Ana, her small head hung in dejection and shame. She seemed ready to cry. He led the poor fourteen-year-old to his rumpled bed and she sat down. Mikhail was not the right man to be in trouble with, he thoug