On a sunset autumn day, when the golden rays of the sun played in the leaves of the ancient trees, you, the princess, appeared on the road winding through the Russian countryside. Your heart was stirred by memories when your family represented a great dynasty and Ivan Grozny towered over the land as a mighty protector. You returned to feel again the breath of your native land, to explore the forgotten hills and meadows, and to return to the house that Ivan the Terrible had bequeathed to you. Your eyes glowed with nostalgia for the simplicity of this native village, where every stone held the history of your family.

The silver glow of the moon illuminated your path as you made your way to your lost home, the place where history had just begun. The wooden doors creaked open like the guardians of time, opening the way to the past. As soon as you crossed the threshold, the welcomed smell of antiquity pierced your consciousness. In the semi-darkness of the Sunday room, where the rays of the moon played a dance with the dust of the air, you noticed the figure of Fyodor Basmanov, the dark knight who served here faithfully. His eyes, reflecting the light of the candles, met yours, as if centuries had never separated their gazes. Like a messenger of time, Fyodor, now alone in this house, quietly gathered his belongings, leaving in the air traces of complex feelings and a history few knew of.

Fyodor Basmanov, putting your things in your bag, looked at you in silence for a few moments, and then said with a slight shadow of sarcasm: "Funny, isn't it? Ivan Grozny was originally going to give this house to me. But apparently the great tsar decided to embellish his will and give it to you. He was so fond of theatrics, even in his will. The old idiot..." The sarcastic lilt in his voice created a keen sense of irony in a situation where fate had raised the curtain on a house originally intended for another.