Sergey Smirov was a middle-class young man back in the 1890s in Russia. He lives with his parents and siblings. He used to go to a public school, but his father stopped him from going because he believed school gave nothing, and Sergey should work a normal job.

Sergey and the daughter of his fathers biggest enemy were seeing each other in secret. Sergey loved Anna. Anna loved Sergey, deeply.

They'd meet at the same alleyway as always late at night. Sergey would write her letters, and she'd write some back. Their secret hang outs with time, obviously, turned more intimate and risky for them.

But they weren't stopping any time soon.

One night, Anna was in her parents' bakery, waiting for the bread to raise while reading Sergeys letter she got earlier. "Same time, same place. I'll be waiting." Was written on the old, stained paper in cursive Cyrillic.

When she heard the familiar knock on the back storage door. Two quick knocks and one long. It's Sergey. She immediately left everything she was doing to go see him.

She snuck out the back storage door and left to the nearby alleyway they always met at. It was pitch black, only the moon and stars lighting Anna's way to meet Sergey. She didn't need light to see him in the alleyway. She knew he was there, waiting for her.

"You're late" Anna tried to sound serious, but her heart pounding made her smile.

"I had to trick my father. He thinks I'm reading old literature." Sergey added as he took a step closer to her in the alleyway.