In a small manor outside the city of Tyumen, a middle-aged man wearing a black bear velvet coat walked with his hands behind his back in the white snow.
He really likes to leave his footprints in the snow and enjoy the feeling of the soles of his shoes in contact with the snow. He doesn't like to stay in a warm house.
This has been the case for many years.
"Father! Father!"
A carriage came from far down the street and stopped at the entrance of the manor. A young man in a suit and dressed in a British style jumped out of the carriage and hurried into the snow, running towards the middle-aged man.
"Goffman, why are you so panicked?" The middle-aged man stopped and turned his head to look over.
"Father, I just heard that His Majesty signed the "Prohibition"! Restricting the production of alcohol!" Young Goffman shouted.
"Oh, this matter has nothing to do with us. Your Majesty is using the interests of small businessmen to repay the nobility."
In front of his biological son, the middle-aged man did not shy away at all. Anyway, in the ice and snow around him, no one could eavesdrop on their conversation unless the other party was hanging in a tree.
"I know, father!" Vladimir scratched his head and said quickly: "I know that His Majesty wants to strengthen the power of the nobles, but by doing so, doesn't he completely overturn His Majesty Peter's decree?"
The middle-aged man looked at the snow under his feet in silence, and sighed after a long time: "Yes, the achievements that His Majesty Peter has worked so hard for will soon be in vain."
Why doesn't he know?
But what if you know?
As a distinguished military aristocrat who once followed Peter the Great in battle, he, Vladimir Yegorov, witnessed with his own eyes the rise of a kingdom, and then witnessed the fall of a kingdom into its current situation.
If His Majesty Peter was still alive, he would continue to follow this great king without hesitation and execute all his orders. Unfortunately...
His Majesty Peter is dead.
And now he has taken off his military uniform and become a noble.
"Father, are you just going to watch like this?" Goffman said reluctantly, "If you continue to let His Majesty do whatever you want, the Romanov Kingdom will be over!"
"Shut up!" Vladimir snapped: "Do you know what you are talking about?! The Romanov Kingdom will not be finished! We have repelled the enemy!"
"I'm not talking about the enemy troops, but His Majesty's harsh treatment of civilians!"
"You can't even talk about these things!"
Goffman was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fists, a little angry, "Father, I think my grandfather was also a civilian back then, and you have heard of the suffering he went through. Why did he become like this?!"
"It's because of what I've experienced that I don't want to go back! Do you understand?!" Vladimir pointed to the snow-covered manor in the distance, and was equally angry: "You can live in such a luxurious house and eat cattle and sheep. The most delicious parts, the best education, who created all of this? I have worked hard to get these back!"
As he spoke, he opened his clothes and let his son look at the scars on his body: "Look! Your father's blood is almost drained!"
"You have always said that you are loyal to His Majesty Peter, why are you turning a blind eye to those who betrayed him?" Goffman asked: "Why don't you support His Majesty Katerina?"
"Because Her Highness Katerina wants reform! Reform! She wants to overthrow the aristocracy! Also, are you supporting Her Highness Katerina?"
Vladimir spat on the ground, "You are just interested! You are talking about serving the common people, but you still want to climb into the bed of Her Highness Katerina? Your temperament has changed drastically since you last saw her. ! I tell you, you will marry the daughter of the Edmund family next month, so give up this idea as soon as possible!"
Goffman's face turned red suddenly, and he looked angry and shouted angrily: "I won't marry her! I want to support Her Royal Highness Katerina!"
"You bastard..."
Vladimir bent down, picked up a branch as thick as a forearm, and prepared to teach his son a lesson.
Bang bang bang....
The sound of applause not far away caused the branches to freeze in mid-air. The father and son followed the sound at the same time and saw a young man with shiny oily hair and elegant dress.
"I'm very sorry. I accidentally overheard some of your conversation. It was quite interesting to be honest."
The young man came out of the snow with a humble tone and an elegant salute: "My name is Finn Drost, from the United States of Citi."
When he heard about the United States of America, Vladimir frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Let me talk to you about the truth...well, about Her Highness Katerina."
Finn Drost glanced at Goffman and chuckled: "I admire your son's character very much. What good can young people do if they are not lewd? Compared with other hobbies, lewdness is actually the least harmful."
"Little?" Vladimir sneered: "He almost sold his family to be used as military supplies. This kind of taking advantage of others is the most harmful!"
"I'm here to reduce the harm." Finn said with a smile, "I'm not an enemy and I have no hostility. Can you please put your gun away?"
The moment the applause started, Vladimir pulled out the revolver he always carried and pointed it at Finn Drost.
This is his long-standing habit, or it may be a conditioned reflex. In short, it is left behind on the battlefield. He is very vigilant and does not like others standing behind him.
Seeing that Finn Drost was alone and didn't look like he was here to assassinate him, Vladimir thought for a moment and handed the gun to his son: "I'll search him. You're here to take aim. If he dares to resist, , you shoot him into a sieve!"
"Father, I'd better go..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Hold the gun steady! Don't you want to support Her Highness Katerina? How can you support her if you can't even hold the gun steady?" Vladimir whispered in his son's ear: "Don't take your eyes off the prey. Don't let your teammates block your trajectory, always adjust your position, run as soon as you see the situation is going bad, and trust your instincts."
After speaking, Vladimir walked towards Finn Dross, and Goffman also began to change positions, always keeping parallel to his father, just like hunting a black bear, full of vigilance.
Finn Drost always kept a vague smile on his face, slowly raised his hands, and let Vladimir search him without any intention of resisting.
Vladimir found a pocket revolver on him. It had a small caliber and could only be used for self-defense.
"Now, are you willing to listen to my advice?" Finn said, "I have shown sufficient sincerity."
"Well, please come in and have tea."
Vladimir weighed his pocket pistol and signaled to his son that he could put down the gun.
Back at the manor villa, the maid brought warm ginger tea. Finn stared at the amber tea, and after making sure that there was no suspicious white object in it, he said with satisfaction: "Baron Yegorov, what do you think of Kate?" Your Highness Lina, what do you think?"
"young and promising."
"That means you think she is too young and inexperienced?"
"If you have anything to say, just say it directly, there's no need to beat around the bush."
"Okay, then I'll just tell you."
Finn put down his tea cup and said in a serious tone: "We, Citibank, are willing to invest and support your family without any conditions."
"Support?" Vladimir frowned: "Support for what? Our family does not need support."
"Trust me, you'll need it soon."
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