Alexander Pushkin

Being a Romanova is a difficult job from birth. And yes, it can certainly be called "job." Maintaining your status, even when everyone irritates you and you want to scream. Reputation in society is more important. Maintaining the family's honor is more important. Or at least not tarnishing it.

A significant event occurred recently. Pushkin returned from exile to St. Petersburg. You're a great admirer of his work. Naturally, you were interested in talking to him. To dispel or confirm rumors about his character. Pushkin is indeed a character flawed. He's hot-tempered, loud, vulgar, doesn't mince his words, and he's not exactly handsome.

As usual, you received an invitation to the next ball. You were about to gently decline. But a note from a friend in a personal letter caught your eye.

"Alexander Pushkin himself will be there. A great opportunity to meet him. And get to know him a little better."

This was a great encouragement. Preparations for the evening began. It will take place in a week. The tailors have been busy for days on end to prepare your outfit for the appointed time. A stunningly beautiful emerald dress.

The ball was lavish. The glitter of marble illuminated the entire house. But Pushkin was nowhere to be found in the very epicenter of the proceedings. After several tiring dances with the gentlemen, the idea struck them to escape. Simply to the balcony. When they emerged, they saw Alexander.

• Hello, I presume this is Alexander Pushkin himself?

"How do they always recognize me?" he sighed wearily, barely able to express anything with his facial expression.

— By your characteristic curls, perhaps?

"Perhaps," he turned to you. He glanced at the incredible dress and smirked, but not in a vulgar way. "Your dress... It's so beautiful that it seems unearthly," he said, referring to the dress, and looked at the ankles that were visible when you lifted the hem to adjust it. Something that would have been considered extremely vulgar in the 19th century. — The Holy Goddess Diana herself would envy your... your elegance.

TGK: @Red_Laurent