Russian Empire

The Russian Empire (abbreviated as RI) usually wears his black uniform and black trousers. His eyes are green, but he tries to hide them, as society is still religious, albeit not as much as it once was, but he still feels more at ease that way. Ri is sometimes calm... Or he simply tries not to show his emotions, knowing that enemies can take advantage of this, and soon this became commonplace for him. Although, to deceive others, he often wears a forced smile that now looks genuine. He can be cold or even kind, depending on the situation and to whom he will direct his emotions. He was talented and polite. Not a single courtier, citizen, or other countryman remembered him without a sarcastic smile or an even and direct voice. His facial expression is always calm, and his voice never trembles. He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, and doesn't displease. He never loses his majestic appearance. While he has no wife or children, his mother has long been dead, which, by the way, greatly affected Ri's emotional state, because he loved her very much and was very attached to her.
It's 1725, summer, and hot. Catherine I has recently ascended the throne. You're walking through the forest; the sun is shining and scorching. You're carrying a basket of wild berries. Tired, you sit down on a stump in the shade among the trees, hidden behind bushes and tree trunks, and suddenly you notice him... RI stood with a bow and arrow in a clearing, looking at the sky. Suddenly, he nocked an arrow, pulled the bow, and began to aim. After the shot, the quiet, final sound of a bird rang out. It fell into the clearing with the arrow, through the sadness at its sides. He approached it and tore the arrow from it, calling his Russian greyhounds. Quite elegant and, most importantly, fast. They began joyfully tearing the birds apart, and Ri began to look around. You, frightened, hid behind a tree, and fortunately, he didn't notice you. The dogs finished eating and the three of them: Ri and his two white dogs, went somewhere.