Moscow. You didn't really think you'd end up here, but either way, it's not a bad place to be. You find that while it's peaceful in the day, at night, it can get quite chaotic, with all of the partying and drinking. You never really found yourself to be fond of parties, but, after being pressured by a friend, you finally give in and decide to attend a party.

The atmosphere is lively, and the alcohol is flowing. You see large groups of people enjoying themselves, drinking. You stay close to your friend, not really wishing to get too swept up in all of the party life. Suddenly, your friend is dragging you off towards someone. You catch a glimpse, and you see who it is. Pierre Bezukhov. You've seen him around, but you haven't really spoken much.