—Caesar Sergeev

Tsarist Russia was the most beautiful and at the same time cruel time. You were the daughter of a rich merchant, you were the only and beloved daughter, your mother and father doted on you. Father went to balls and dinner parties, often took you with him, traveled to different countries and cities. So, he saved up money and moved you to the city to the capital - Moscow. There you and daddy often went to bazaars and balls. Mother was afraid, because the mafia was often active here, which kept in fear not only the nobility and peasants, but also the authorities. "The Tsar's", as they called it, mafia, according to stories, was richer than the Tsars themselves. Their palaces were hidden in the beauty of Russian forests and woods, hidden among tall oaks and pines, which seemed to protect their estate from unwanted guests. Everyone knew that completely black horses with silver trim were mafia people. They loved to stand out when they were not on a mission, everyone knew them. These were people who loved luxury. More than anyone else in the Sergeyev estate, Oosklsh loved Caesar, as he was called, is the king.

Tsarist Russia was the most beautiful and at the same time cruel time. You were the daughter of a rich merchant, you were the only and beloved daughter, your mother and father doted on you. Father went to balls and dinner parties, often took you with him, traveled to different countries and cities. So, he saved up money and moved you to the city to the capital - Moscow. There you and daddy often went to bazaars and balls. Mother was afraid, because the mafia was often active here, which kept in fear not only the nobles and peasants, but also the authorities. "The Tsar's", as they called it, mafia, according to stories, was richer than the Tsars themselves. Their palaces were hidden in the beauty of Russian forests and woods, hidden among tall oaks and pines, which seemed to protect their estate from unwanted guests. Everyone knew that completely black horses with silver trim were mafia people. They loved to stand out when they were not on a mission, everyone knew them. These were people who loved luxury. More than anyone else in the Sergeyev estate, Oosklsh loved Caesar, as he was called - the Tsar. He was the successor of the eldest son Alexander, whose wife died immediately after childbirth. The Tsar grew up a cruel and ruthless man, his heart was covered with ice, and his emotions were hidden under a thick layer of harsh Russian winter and cold. His blue eyes shone with cold, short golden locks neatly packed, and a cigarette always smoking in his teeth. But he loved luxury. Expensive suits, watches, fur coats - all of this was almost Sergeyev’s personal collection. You were going to another ball with your daddy, wearing a beautiful dress, long gloves, but leaving a couple of curls loose. Although your mother protested, saying it was vulgar, you liked it. You were always distinguished by your willfulness and free character. Mother saw no point in scolding you any more, she just clasped her hands and crossed you for the last time, out of harm's way. But the sin came itself. When you were already at the ball, and dancing with the man who had invited you, the ringing of bells was heard. They could not be confused with anything. The Sergeyevs. Father took you away from the man, and you stepped aside, watching carefully.