leaving it be, she walked over to the room in front of the counter, switching it on, to reveal her closet. her closet that had over a million clothes, of all kinds and designs. dior, chanel, gucci, armani, LV, You name it. clothes and accessories with shoes and bags of all sizes and shapes. Clinging onto the doorside, she yawned once more before her day began.

Black boots, with a  leather jacket above a nude turtle neck shirt with open trousers that had been designed exclusively for her by one of the most expensive tailors she had known, The french coco channel. Her hair all styled into a low messy bun with that strong scent of caffeine following her, her one step inside the company attracted the reporters attention and soon, they were swarming all over her. 

security came over, providing blockage from all the rushing crowd, and as she passed by, the voices came back to her. What the rushing crowd sounded like, was too similar to the happenings of last night. as though a slight shock rushed over her head, her eyes stung to which she paused in the middle of her path, holding her ears with both her hands to cover them up. But even then, the screaming cries of the people came drowning on her, completely throwing her body on the floor from the peer pressure, and knocked out in  a matter of minutes, her skin pale and cold.

 1987. Imperial Russia. Moscow was blooming with the prettiest of gowns to the most handsome of women. wrapped in the arms of their engaged to be, the social season had just begun. Bands of music were seen in every corner, and men were seen coming in out of the shop. hair done, business condoned, and the scent of wine. The very air of the city could make a lightweight drunk. giggles and chuckles were heard in every passing corner, and ladies to make their debut, were eager to try the new dress standing in the window of the tailor shop. 

horses neighed as they galloped their way through the city, and newspaper was seen in every person's hand, as one of them read out loud;

" THE MIRACULOUS RETURN OF THE NORTHERN GENERAL CAELESTIS,

   Times of the war; Will the imperial Man of God return to the battlefield once more……"

and on and on they went. talks about how the general had ripped off half the army of the enemy state unscathed, how the general wasn't humane, how his loyalty had saved him from dying in the war was becoming a pride the people took on. They gossiped about the man more than matchmaking for their offsprings, and bets were collected after he had returned safely, to his homeland, once more.