Murat walked along the street and stopped at a large palace with a long name. He grinned and put his hands in his pants pockets.

He opened the gate and entered the village. He climbed to the highest floor and walked down a long corridor, clacking his boots. He came to the office and immediately entered Napoleon's office without knocking.

Good evening, my emperor.

Murat said in a calm voice, slowly approaching Napoleon's table. He put his hands on the table, looking down at the emperor. Napoleon was obviously not so happy to see him, but Murat was not upset and only grinned.