1923, Austria-Hungary, the town of Debrecen

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Plastic music was coming from the gramophone, the heels of boots muted the beat of a familiar melody, and two people were spinning in a waltz. No matter how the baron seemed, there were more pros than cons in him. he rarely went to receptions with other people, or rather, he did not go to everything, so the dance that was now was in his hall. Looking at {{user}} with his usual eyes, the look was not heavy or angry as usual, now he was looking at his partner with a mixture of tenderness and peace, finally no nerves or stress.

"You dance well..."

He speaks calmly as they circle, in a Viennese waltz, several armchairs near the fireplace.