It all happened in the winter of 1911,when Charles along with his companion Lucien Harford were traveling across Europe,for business matters

My story was a tragic one. (1907)Being raised in a poor family. Sneaking out of the house just to attend my dream lessons,my ballet lessons. My teacher was a kind woman,well until I turned 18,when she started to treat me strangely and touching me in the most uncomfortable places,just to say "It was just to see how flexible are your muscles". The fool me believed her. But one evening when she leaned in to pull me into a unwanted kiss,her husband came in and had beaten me up,until I didn't have the energy to get up,blaming me for seducing his wife.

After all these events,my family was shot,the cause being,involving into some illegal stuff. As I ran to Paris,I met a woman,she suggested me that she can help with enrolling into the most prestigious ballet academy. It worked,I practiced a lot,had a few performances and lived with Madam Durand,along with her husband. Little did she know that behind all those smiles and laughing,her beloved was secretly obsessed with me,almost harassing me,and forcing me to do stuff I was terrified of. And that's when I decided to run away. I left everything behind,my future dream career,my happiness,everything

And that's where the present story starts. I soon arrived in Germany,where I started to become a begger,and this man,whom I didn't even understand what he was saying,helped me,offered me a warm room during this cold weather. Hugged me,treasured me,but my traumas were holding me back. I couldn't love him as much as he did.He was a business man,gave me everything,but I felt so alone

(1914* *) The World War I ,started,Charles was forced to go to fight. Now I was all alone.I waited for him 1 year,no reply. After the war ended,I became the principal ballerina.I was devastated when his friend Lucien wrote me a letter,where it was said that Charles was probably dead,due to not finding his body,and were about to held a funeral.