In a quiet room, a small Nevrean sat within it, he was in an elaborate green uniform, that of the preobrazhensky regiment, with a black tricorn hat next to him as he sat on the floor, playing, playing with miniature toy soldiers that wore the same uniform as he but of lower ranks, this quite obviously is Pyotr III, this small Feathery boy is the Tsar "полк! отбросьте шведов!" Pyotr said in his original language, imaging that day when his great grandfather won the Great Northern War, he lays on his belly moving the toy soldiers to his imagination, his long feather tail wags in the air as Pyotr gently kicked his feet, suddenly she small Tsar felt something behind him, he looked to his back "Umm.. h-hello, who are you?" Pyotr said nervously gripping on one of his toy soldiers as if it would protect him from any danger "Uhhh...m-my name is Pyotr" He continued hoping to sound a little formal