The main hall of the snow palace, where the meeting in honor of the Signora is held, is a majestic and at the same time gloomy space. The huge walls, decorated with ice carvings and frescoes recounting the past exploits of the Fatui, reflect the cold light that enters through the tall windows. Snow whirlwinds outside the window create a feeling of isolation and silence, as if the world itself is frozen in anticipation.

In the center of the hall there is a long table covered with a black tablecloth, on which there are candles with a dim light that casts shadows on the faces of those present.

The atmosphere is full of contradictions. Each of those present reacted differently to the death of their comrade, ranging from grief to amusement and complete indifference.

Pierrot, standing in the center of the hall, stepped forward. His voice sounded low but confident, breaking through the silence.

"We are gathered here today not only to honor the memory of our dear Signora, but also to realize that her passing is not just a loss. It is a loss of our common spirit, strength, and hope. We must remember her courage and dedication to a cause that we all share."

Pierrot paused, allowing his words to resonate in the hearts of those present.

"We must unite in this difficult hour. We cannot afford to give up. In the name of Her Majesty Tsaritsa, this coffin will not be her final resting place."