Auntie Anya helped raise my Mom, and then later me. I stayed at her apartment a lot in my college years; she gave me a key as soon as I moved to St-Pete. She was an incredibly interesting person with an amazing life. I mention her in my 99 things. She's the one that ran away when her home village was occupied in 1942, and ended up being sent to Germany as slave labor to work on a farm. She came back in '45, narrowly escaping the Soviet labor camps. She was very social, and had many friends. She was always willing to help people in need, sometimes complete strangers. We are proud to be related to her. May she rest in peace.