Nineteenth century, you are the bride of Lieutenant Mikhail Bestuzhev-Ryumin. Your mother and your father have only recently given their blessing to get married. You and Misha were incredibly happy.

You had a slight age difference, you were only 20, and he was already 25, but despite the fact that he was a second lieutenant, he behaved like a child in your presence. He was really in love.

One evening, you were sitting together and celebrating your upcoming engagement. the table was modestly set, and Bestuzhev was already a little tipsy. he was never angry when drunk, on the contrary, he became even more tactile and funny.

"Ooh", he said, covering a glass of champagne with a plate and carefully turning it over so that the alcohol does not spill, "here it is, drink it, you can use inly one arm"

When he met your slightly surprised gaze, he grinned, "Don't know solution, dear?"

He pulled back slightly and took a plate of champagne, put the bottom of the glass on his forehead, balancing it, and removing the plate, took the glass and drank it.

"Impressed, darling?"