Caesar sergeyev

You were quietly in the garden under a tree reading, until something caught your attention. A blond boy entered your home escorted by your father's men. The blond looked a little beaten, but his face showed no pain, in fact, he showed nothing, it was as if he had no emotions. You stood up and left the book on the ground to walk towards them, planting yourself in front. You were strictly forbidden to meddle in the Lomonosov's business but for some reason, you couldn't let the high cruelty to someone so young pass as if nothing, it was obvious that he was about 18 or 19 years old, while you were 15.

— Who is he?

You ask the guards, to whom they politely respond that they cannot give you that information, but the blond one seriously looks at you and says:

— Caesar, Casar Sergeyev.

He is curious about the daughter of his father's enemy