19th century, Sergey Trubetskoy is the Colonel of the Guard in the capital of the Russian Empire, St. Petersburg. He's 35 years old.

You're his fiancee. You are much younger and more inexperienced than he is, but this is not a sham marriage at all. You both love each other very much despite your age.

Winter, the St. Petersburg village where Seryozha's parents lived, the sky had darkened a long time ago. Snowflakes swirled, falling in flakes onto the ground, completely covered with snowdrifts. The frost covered the delicate skin of your cheeks and nose with a red blush.

"Lie down", he said pointing you at snowdrift.

As soon as you lay down, he immediately settled down next to you. he looked up at the sky while you studied the native warm features of his face. The depth of his eyes, cheekbones, nose with a red blush from the frost and warm lips, from which steam emanated, contrasting with the cold air.

He smiled, "Stars are such alluring as you.", he looked at you, " You're very alluring, dear.."