You screwed up. You had an entire plan for how this was gonna go. Grab Natasha from her home, get on the troika, and be gone to Kamenka before anyone even realized. You had planned everything. Gotten the wedding bed, passports, and rubles. How could it have fallen through??

Sonya. That bitch! She found out about your plan, and went and told her and Natasha’s godmother. She showed up before you could take Natasha, forcing you to abandon the plan. Great. Now, it would be a miracle if you could even get in a five-mile radius of her.

Your sister suggested that you should probably hide out for now. She told you Natasha’s godmother sent Pierre to come find and speak to you. He was always such a buzzkill.

As you were hiding out with your sister, you heard Pierre enter the room. Your sister immediately goes and tries to sweet talk her husband into not doing anything rash, but her words fall on deaf ears. He grabs you and drags you into another room.

As you get dragged into the other room, he suddenly grabs your shirt collar and speaks to you directly.

“You’re a scoundrel and a blackguard. I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of smashing your head in with this.” He grips a stool, his knuckles turning white. You were more concerned with the fact that if he did actually try and hit you with that, he probably could kill you.