In a small manor outside Tyumen, a middle-aged man in a black bear wool coat walks through the white snow with his hands behind his back.

He really likes to leave his footprints in the snow, enjoys the feeling of the soles of his shoes coming into contact with the snow, and does not like to stay in a warm house.

This has been the case for many years.

"Father! Father!"

A carriage came from the far side of the street and stopped at the gate of the manor, and a young man in a suit and dressed in a British style jumped out of the carriage, hurried into the snow, and ran towards the middle-aged man.

"Goffman, why are you panicking?" The middle-aged man stopped and turned his head to look over.

"Father, I just heard that His Majesty signed the Prohibition Order! Alcohol production has been restricted!" Young Goffman shouted.

"Oh, this matter has nothing to do with us, Your Majesty is using the interests of small merchants to feed the nobles."

In front of his own son, the middle-aged man did not shy away from it at all, anyway, it was cold and snowy around, and no one could eavesdrop on their conversation at all, unless the other party was hanging on a tree.

"I know, father!" Vladimir scratched his head and said quickly, "I know that Your Majesty wants to strengthen the power of the nobles, but by doing so, isn't he completely overturning His Majesty's decree?"

The middle-aged man looked at the snow under his feet in silence, and sighed after a long time: "Yes, the merits of His Majesty Peter's hard work are about to come to naught."

Why didn't he know?

But what if you know?

As a military nobleman who once followed Peter the Great in his campaign, he, Vladimir Egorov, witnessed the rise of a kingdom and the fall of another kingdom to its present state.

If His Majesty Peter were still alive, he would not hesitate to continue to follow the great king and carry out all his orders, but alas...

His Majesty Peter has passed away.

And now he has also taken off his military uniform and has become a nobleman.

"Father, are you just looking at it?" Goffman said unrelentingly, "If you continue to let Your Majesty continue to do mischief, the Romanov Kingdom will be finished!"

"Shut up!" Vladimir yelled, "Do you know what you're talking about?! The Romanov kingdom will not be finished! We've repelled the enemy!"

"I'm not talking about the enemy army, but about His Majesty's harshness on the civilian population!"

"You can't even say these things!"

Goffman was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fists, a little angry, "Father, I think grandpa was also a commoner at the beginning, and you have heard about the hardships he experienced, why did he become like this?!"

"It's because I've experienced it that I don't want to go back! Do you understand?!" Vladimir pointed to the snow-covered manor in the distance, equally furious: "You can live in such a luxurious house, eat the most delicious parts of cattle and sheep, and receive the best education, who created all this? I fought with all my might to get it back!"

As he spoke, he lifted his clothes and asked his son to look at the scars on his body: "Look! Your father's blood is running dry!"

"You have always said that you are loyal to His Majesty Peter, why do you now turn a blind eye to those who betray him?" Goffman asked, "Why don't you support Her Highness Katerina?"

"Because Her Highness Katerina wants to reform! Reform! She wants to overthrow the aristocracy! Also, are you supporting Her Highness Katerina?"

Vladimir spat on the ground, "You just saw it! Talking about the sake of civilians, don't you want to climb into the bed of Her Royal Highness Katerina? Her temperament has changed since the last time you saw her! I tell you, next month you will marry the daughter of the Edmund family, and you will never think of it before it is too late!"

Goffman's face turned red suddenly, his expression was angry, and he roared, "I won't marry her! I want to support Her Highness Katerina!"

"You bastard..."

Vladimir bent down, picked up a branch as thick as his forearm, and prepared to teach his son a lesson.

Bang Bang Bang ....

The applause from not far away caused the branches to freeze in mid-air, and the father and son followed the sound at the same time to see a young man with shiny oil hair and a delicate costume.

"I'm sorry, I overheard some of your conversations, and it's interesting to be honest."

The young man came out of the snow with a humble tone and a graceful salute: "My name is Finn Drost, and I am from the United States of Citi."

Hearing the United States of Citi, Vladimir frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Let me tell you about the truth.... Well, about Her Highness Katerina."

Finn Drost glanced at Goffman and chuckled softly, "I admire your son's character very much, what can a young man be better if he is not lustful? Compared to other hobbies, lust is actually the least harmful."

"Small?" Vladimir sneered: "He is about to sell his family to others as military funds, this kind of wronged boss is the most harmful!"

"I'm here to reduce the harm." Finn smiled and said, "I'm not an enemy, and I'm not hostile, can you please put your gun away?"

From the moment of applause, Vladimir pulled out his usual revolver and aimed it at Finn Drost.

This is what he has always been used to, and it may also be a conditioned reflex, in short, he is left behind on the battlefield, he is very vigilant, and he doesn't like others standing behind him.

Seeing that Finn Drost was alone, not like he had come to assassinate himself, Vladimir thought for a moment and handed the gun to his son: "I'm going to search him, you're aiming here, and if he dares to resist, you'll shoot him into a sieve!"

"Father, I'd better go..."

"Less nonsense! Hold the gun firm! Don't you want to support Her Highness Katerina? How can you support her if she can't even hold a gun?" Vladimir whispered in his son's ear: "Don't take your eyes off your prey, don't let your teammates block your trajectory, always adjust your position, run when the situation is not good, and trust your instincts."

With that, Vladimir walked towards Finn Dross, and Goffman also began to change positions, always keeping parallel to his father, as if hunting some black bear, full of vigilance.

Finn Drost always had a vague smile on his face, slowly raised his hands, and let Vladimir search his body, without the slightest intention of resisting.

Vladimir found on him a pocket revolver, small in caliber and could only be used for self-defense.

"Now, you're willing to listen to my advice." Finn said, "I've shown plenty of sincerity."

"Well, please come in and have tea."

Vladimir flipped his pocket pistol and motioned for his son to put it down.

Back at the manor house, the maid brought a warm ginger tea, and after staring at the amber tea, making sure that there was no suspicious white object in it, he said with satisfaction, "Baron Egorov, do you have any thoughts on Her Highness Katerina?"

"Young and promising."

"So you think she's too young and inexperienced?"

"If you have anything to say, there's no need to beat around the bush."

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point."

Finn put down the teacup and said in a serious tone, "We, Citibank Commonwealth Bank, are willing to contribute and support your family without any conditions."

"Support?" Vladimir frowned: "Support what? Our family doesn't need support."

"Trust me, you'll need it soon."

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