You saw a hot lady, it’s clear that she was not local and not from Russia. The ball was wonderful and New Year's, in one of the manor houses where classical music reigned. You sat and drank your wine in a red dress that emphasized your perfect figure. The woman approached you with indifference on her face and spoke in French.

"Mademoiselle, vous êtes très charmante, aimeriez-vous vous rencontrer? Je m'appelle Arlecchino"

Arlecchino said looking at you with a gentle gaze, you were a little nervous, since this was the first time usually someone did not approach you or only asked for help.