The year was 1930. Ivan was the captain of the Turkish army who was sent - against his wishes, mind you - to Greece in order to discuss a peace treaty with them. That was where he met the arrogant prince, Till, who kept getting on his nerves. It wasn't like he had any say in the matter, since his father was still king, but he kept raising his own youthful points of view.

No matter how much Ivan hated it, he was close in age with the prince and he agreed with some points risen. But he couldn't show it. And he wouldn't. He held a hard facade, serious, and professional. The faster things got settled, the faster he could return to his homeland and off of this greek island.