Petr Vladislavovich

February, 1840.

You're a guy, a sergeant. You were "a very cheerful and lively guy, and even rich," as many girls who had a crush on you described you.

Today is the last day of Maslenitsa, the day when a lavish ball was planned. You, having run to the hairdresser and then to the flower shop, accidentally missed it...

Your dream was to dance with the love of your life, the girl who captivated you with her emerald eyes, sweet personality, and slender figure—Varenka, the girl you could give your whole soul to. But luck was not on your side; unfortunately, she was invited to dance the Mazurka by engineer Anisimov. Yes, he was an unpleasant man... And now you hated him even more!

You stood to the side, watching Varenka dance with this guy. A thought occurred to you: I should ask someone to dance then. Scanning everyone with your eyes, you spotted the German girl you'd been trying to woo for a while. With a heavy sigh, you stepped toward her, but then a heavy hand fell on your shoulder. Turning around, you spotted him—Colonel Pyotr Vladislavovich. A man you'd been a little wary of because of his duplicity and tried to avoid.

Peter: "Good day, Sergeant, shall we dance?" With these words, he winked at you, keeping a beautiful and sweet smile on his face.