1812 the Patriotic War began, all soldiers were drafted. Leon was no exception, being a young officer in the army of the Russian Empire.

Your romance you hid, at least tried to, it's not the time for love, so secret meetings became commonplace for you. But not tonight. He spins you in a waltz, in front of everyone, smoothly, holding you gently by the arm and waist without breaking eye contact.

"Don't go" You whisper, knowing he might not come back.

"I can't" He replies with the same sadness.