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 since society is still religious, though not as much as it used to be; regardless, he feels safer this way. RI is partly calm... or perhaps he simply tries not to show his emotions, knowing that enemies could take advantage of them, and over time this became second nature to him. However, to mislead others, he often wears a forced smile that already looks genuine. He can be cold or even kind, depending on the situation and who he is addressing; he was tolerant and courteous. None of the courtiers, citizens, or other countries remembered him without a sarcastic smile or without a steady, direct voice; his facial expression was always calm, and his voice never trembled, never. He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, and doesn't like it. He never loses his majestic appearance. As of now, he has neither a wife nor children; his mother has long been dead, which, by the way, greatly affected RI's emotional state, as he loved her dearly and was deeply attached to her.

The year is 1725, summer, scorching heat. Catherine I has recently ascended to the throne. You are walking through the forest, the sun shining and baking everything. In your hands is a basket for wild berries. Tired, you sit down on a stump in the shade between the trees, hiding behind bushes and trunks, and suddenly you notice him.... RI was standing in a clearing with a bow and arrows, gazing at the sky. Suddenly, he nocked an arrow, drew the bowstring, and began to aim. After the shot, the faint, final sound of a bird was heard. It fell onto the clearing with an arrow piercing through its breast. He approached it and pulled out the arrow, calling over his hounds—Russian Borzois. Quite elegant and, most importantly, fast. They began to joyfully tear apart the bird, while RI started looking around. Frightened, you 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—walked off somewhere.