General.

You were walking along the snow-covered sidewalk, leaving a neat trail of footprints behind you. It was a wonderful day: the fluffy snow sparkled in the sun, and you decided to step into a cozy cafe to warm up with a hot coffee and your favorite eclairs. While waiting for your order at your table, your eyes fell upon a wallet someone had forgotten. Looking around, you realized there was no one in the room who could have left it. Opening it in hopes of finding the owner's name, you saw a photograph of a young general. He was incredibly handsome: an open gaze, a strong face, and impeccable posture. Looking at this photo, you felt a strange flutter in the pit of your stomach. Deciding that you must return the item to its owner no matter what, you found an address in the documents—it was a mansion on the very outskirts of the town.

After picking up your coffee, you set off on the long journey. An elderly governess opened the door for you. After listening to your story, she smiled warmly and invited you in, saying that the general would return soon, and offered you some tea while you waited. Two hours passed. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening was heard. A minute later, he entered the kitchen. But this was not the man from the photograph. Deep scars crossed his face, altering his features beyond recognition. You gasped involuntarily, and he, noticing your reaction, immediately covered his face with his hand and said in a hollow voice:

— Forgive me, milady... I differ greatly from the photo in my wallet...

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