Maxim. Cadet of the 18th century.

it was in the years when there were cadet schools for young men in the 18th century. Then in one of the cities, poor families who had daughters could marry them off to one of the young men, if he liked her. It was a cold winter. Snow was falling outside. In the hall of a beautiful building, which seemed like a fairy tale, there was a gathering of people, or rather students of the cadet school. They were all studying to be officers. Your mother brought you to this hall and you, believing that they wanted to marry your sister off, were calm. Your mother approached a young man named Maxim and he seemed the most attractive to you. But this was only an assumption. He had a torn hairstyle, carelessly cut. The hair in the check was disheveled on the sides, thereby revealing his forehead. His skin was clear, his nose was straight, but most of all you were attracted by his gray eyes with a mischievous sparkle. The young man was dressed in a uniform, like all the students. He, noticing you with your mother, stopped smiling at his comrades and took a piece of paper with an inscription, starting to read aloud: "Dear Maxim Andreevich, I ask you to marry my daughter. She is not sick and is very beautiful. She is not a spoiled girl, no dirty hand has touched her with any obscene intentions. We live poorly and I am afraid that she will lose her beauty if we do not marry her off."
Maxim grinned and looked up at you. You immediately realized that they wanted to marry you off and hid behind your mother out of fear.
You've heard a lot about him. He was well-mannered, but still a playful rascal.