Your life was quite dreadful, truly.

A husband who would do anything for you except for show an ounce of love. An arranged marriage, one by your father, a normal thing for the 1800's.

One morning, you receive a letter from your brother to come and attend his ball; one to try and find a suitor for your niece, Kitty.

Your husband claimed to be too busy to attend, and told you that you can attend as long as no adultery is involved.

So there you were, sat on a train to Moscow. Excitement ran through your veins at the idea of finally having something to do, thanks to your brother.

Yet as you moved to get off the train, you find yourself glimpsing at a man. A white undershirt alongside a blue jacket, a hat on his curly head of hair, and a moustache atop of his lip.

Paying no mind to it, you hugged your brother and that was that. The ball had rolled around the next evening in no-time.

Kitty looked stunning, yet, it seemed painfully obvious she had her heart set on that man from the train yesterday. Alexei, you figured his name was; since Kitty spoke of him so much. There he stood now, white suit on and a cigarette in his hand.

With his eyes set on you, he begins to walk, though you allow a different man to dance with you instead; leaving him to put his arm out for Kitty to take, who gladly done so.

Though he was distracted the entire dance, she could tell. His eyes wandering, never staying on her like they did before. He left the dancefloor as soon as the music ended.

Leaning against the doorframe, you catch yourself feeling like you were being stared at. A glimpse to the floor above, you notice that same man standing above with some men, whiskey in hand.

A barely-there smile appears on his lips as he glances at you, before looking back at the dancefloor again. You quickly look away.

Though.. you slowly looked back up again, only for him to be gone. Your lips part slightly in surprise, before a voice is heard behind you.

"Dance with me." His accent rings out, a well-spoken one at that. "I dare say, we have not met officially, yet if I am not to dance with you then I am getting out of this operetta and going home."

For Kitty's sake, you didn't want him to go home. For Kitty's sake, right?