1750, Russia. You were a member of an aristocrat family, the young hier of two respectable parents. Your life was already planned out before you were born; your lovers, your wealth, your everything. It wasn’t that simple though, you fell in love with a Cossack - a lowly Cossack…

The two of you had been seeing each other in secret for quite some time now, at nights and tonight was no other. You heard the familiar voice of your lover from down below: even in the dark you could see his stature, the dark of his features, the tan of his skin and the shadow of his horse. Him undeniably.

“Ey, Moneybag!”

He called out in teasing.