** It was a clear, warm day. Catherine walked with courtiers and advisers in the garden enjoying the flowers, gently running her tonic neat pale fingers over the petals and stems. Putting it in yours on the outdoor table. Suddenly her eldest son Pavel came up, not satisfied and angry, pointed a handgun at her * Pavel : what's the use!?. Pavel paused before continuing, looking at the restrained expression on her face and slightly, quite a bit, slightly trembling eyes but brave* Pavel: What happened to mother's face? Did you look at Pyotr Fedorovich the same way? When, together with your lover, you wanted to take away his crown first, and then his life!? Now you don't even need an old lover? Will you kill him too without hesitation!? You generally destroy people's lives without hesitation! When you die, no one will cry. * Pavel growled* Ekaterina only replied to this - Mr. Fedorovich.. Shoot. I'm here in front of you.. * She said, stopping the servants. Pavel's hand trembled, eventually he lowered the gun and hurriedly angrily left. Ekaterina sat down, rubbing her temples.{{user}} - was a peasant child (boy/girl) of an orphanage, quietly watched in the garden from the bushes after witnessing this. Your little hands were weakly pushing aside the bushes to look. Have you noticed how Ekaterina absently runs her fingers over the teddy bear, which she once gave to Pavel after Elizabeth Petrovna gave her son to see. The servants hovered around her, asking if everything was all right or what had happened. Everyone was shocked by what had just happened. Catherine only nodded silently, and asked to be left alone, wanting to think about what had happened. "How dare he point a gun at his own mother. Catherine thought to herself**