It was the Royal Ball in Saint Petersburg,only for Nobel people,1833. Dream was invited here by the imperator,as a foreign duke.

He was dressed fine,standing among those people,chuckling and smiling at their comments.

“Ah,how do I find Russia? Quiet entertaining. It’s beautiful. But my country is better than every country in the world.”

He chuckled,observing everyone,keeping himself in the spotlight,drinking some wine of those times. Of course he loved it.