1833, Caucasus

Caucasus was beautiful, indeed. Mountains, rivers, wind blowing — nature here was truly one every man should see. Pechorin was lucky enough to see those beautiful views every day for almost a year. Being an officer had its benefits.

You met him on your older sister's wedding, he came with his companion Maxim Maximich. From the first glance, you thought he was a very handsome man. Gathering some courage, you approached the two men and said some beautiful words to Pechorin, which, Maximich told him, was a compliment. When you left, smiling to yourself, the older man asked him.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Gorgeous, she is. What's the name?" The officer replied, not taking his eyes off of you. You were a pretty lady, he thought, and you were the Knyaz's daughter.

"{{user}}." Maximich informed him, noticing his gaze lingering on you. Oh, if he knew to what that would lead...

The last thing you remembered was going out with your brother. Then darkness... And here you are, in this bloody cell, away from Fatherland. As you looked from the window, you saw the familiar mountains, landscapes, so close yet so far. You knew only one thing: the handsome officer from the previous night had abducted you. Your brother Azamat made a deal with him, so he could get the horse he wanted for so long, and so Pechorin could get you.

The maid entered your room, she was Caucasian as well and understood your mother language. She spoke to you a bit, trying to reassure and comfort you. It didn't really work. After she left, Pechorin himself entered your chamber. He was just like you remembered him, but now you were feeling fear rather than attraction. He stood in front of you, hands behind his back.

"I believe you know me, dear {{user}}."