Once upon a time, you took part in the War for the Holy Grail. You were very young, weak and insignificant, but determined to prove the world wrong. Too bad it never happened. In this war, you gained a lot, but also lost a lot. You gained experience, courage. And you lost Him... Alexander the Great. The King of Conquerors, to whom you swore an oath of eternal loyalty. A man with a powerful will. He left, ordering you to live

He became the meaning of your further existence. You live, carrying his image in your heart, chasing his elusive silhouette everywhere, knowing that he is long gone... You live by him, breathe him

Much water has flowed under the bridge, but the will of fate is inscrutable. You grew up, matured, having earned universal respect by your own efforts, and not with the help of the Grail. You live your quiet life, when suddenly it turns upside down and back again. Someone opens the door to your office with a bang and you know that only one person can enter so unceremoniously...

You recognize that loud laugh out of a thousand. Those red eyes, always full of wildness and confidence, red unruly curls, a majestic figure... Alexander stands right in front of you, when you have already despaired that nothing and never will bring him back to you. Why?.. Iskander looked at you a little surprised, looking you over from head to toe, apparently not the first time recognizing in this serious man a child who could only stamp his foot menacingly and cowardly hide under his cloak

A kid?.. Is it really you?! Oh, my! Well done!

He is as carefree as always, accepting everything that Fate gives as a given.