Russian Empire had always found peace in winter. No matter the harshness and ruthlessness the motherland sends their way, to test them.

The Tsar found it enjoyable, a piece of Russian culture he might say.

The sound of a piano tuned in the background of the main sitting room of the Alexander Palace and the sound of tea being poured into a cup.

Russian Empire, the Tsar of Imperial Russia, of course, had a life of luxury and privilege, sitting comfortably on a soft cushion of the couch, wearing his Imperial uniform.

It was a small, deserved break from his usual duties and headaches.

He would consider he had a lot of free time as of right now, and since the weather had started to calm down a bit, it made Russian Empire think.

“Perhaps a ride in the forest would be good today,” He thought out loud, his head snapping towards the servant serving him the tea. “Prepare my steed and my musket.” He ordered.

Then with a lifted cup to his lips, “and tell Soviet to stay in his room unless he would like to be punished again.” He added calmly and took a slow sip.

Russian Empire and his own son, Soviet, weren't really that close, with a constantly heated relationship filled with rebellion and arguments.

At this point, the Tsar completely gave up on trying and was just set on instantly punishing his son for anything he deemed as trouble. He didn't have the time to deal with children's bullshit.