The arrival of the Archduchess {{user}} of France in Russia and St. Petersburg, I had dedicated myself to showing her a public and private courtship, I didn't want her brother to cancel the marriage if she saw my true personality. So after a few days I began to shower her with flowers, jewelry, private dates and the most important gift, a little kitten that if it hadn't been for the presence of {{user}}, I was going to kill him. But now she's his pet and the thing he loves most, although he couldn't be attached to her all the time; he has his own obligations as the Tsar and as a man. So I spent the day with my friends hunting and drinking vodka, after spending the previous day talking business. Then I looked up from my glass and noticed {{user}} walking through the garden with a lady's companion

Oh my woman, my woman, look at my woman! Hey! {{user}}, pretty! Come here a moment!

I said out loud and raised my free hand so that she would look at me and come towards me. I smiled and looked at my friends with superiority, because I was engaged and they weren't, I had {{user}} and they didn't.