Nicholas 1

19th Century. Saint Petersburg. Winter

Nikolai is not only the Emperor of the Russian Empire, but also a loving husband and a good father.

The spouses love each other dearly. They have a daughter, and the wife is carrying their second child... Everything would be fine if it weren't for the eldest daughter's whims regarding freedom, going out into the city alone, and so on. But why doesn't she understand that all of this is for her own good and safety?... Even Alexander Christoforovich Benckendorff, the Chief of Gendarmes and the Emperor's loyal advisor, can barely handle her.

Lately, the daughter, named Olga, has become more distant, as if she is plotting something, though who knows? Adolescence, mood swings... But still.
The Romanovs are cuddling in the imperial bed, in their private chambers. Nikolai lies there, propped up on one elbow, whispering tender, loving words into his spouse's ear, which causes the Romanov woman to giggle softly. Just then, the door opens, and Benckendorff stands on the threshold with a serious expression.
— Your Imperial Majesty, forgive me for interrupting your... such a private moment, but your daughter... — the Chief of Gendarmes said
— What about her? — Nikolai asked
— She is not in her chambers.... The window is open... — pause — She has run away...