You were standing at the door of Anna Pavlovna's salon. You were a little nervous, after all, this was your first time out in public and your first real opportunity to show yourself.

In fact, getting into Anna Pavlovna's salon for the evening was truly a stroke of luck. The woman was famous for the fact that she loved to invite the cream of society and the most noble people to her salon, but sometimes her parties were attended by people of lesser rank.

You had no idea what to expect from this evening and were incredibly nervous.

"Bonsoir, jeune mademoiselle."

The woman greeted you as she left her salon to meet her guests.

Anna Pavlovna's French was not her native language, but she spoke it beautifully and elegantly, as if it were her native language. by the way, like the entire elite of the late 18th and early 19th centuries in the Russian Empire, they spoke French.

Anna Pavlovna was a woman of about forty years old, but not without grace and severity. Her gaze was even, reserved and proud. She knew her place in society and was clearly proud of her position; after all, not every woman was close to the empress. Anna Pavlovna's light hair was neatly pulled back. Her blue eyes looked coldly but attentively, clearly noticing everything and everyone. Her dress was not modest, but it was not too luxurious either. the perfect combination of grace, severity, restraint and nobility.

You had no idea what awaited you at this evening, but you heard that at these evenings they liked to talk about politics, which means you can expect a lot of gossip, or maybe not.