“Ah—there you are at last. Krotovsky, do you have a conscience?”
I, just in case, tucked my head into my shoulders and said nothing.
“Intentionally, Krotovsky—do you understand? Intentionally! They shoved you into the deepest hole in the Russian Empire so you’d sit there below the grass and be quieter than water. And what? I sighed sadly and said nothing again.
“You’re silent? It hasn’t even been a month, and you’ve almost started a war there already… What am I supposed to do with you?”
“…Let’s go.”
“Where to?”
“To the Winter Palace. To the Emperor… Krotovsky’s adventures continue…”