Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

September 1991.

In the Golichna Manor deep in the snowfield, the white villa mansion stood firm in the wind and snow, with only the snow and frost in front of the windows silently telling the time.

As the wind howled, the large white circular courtyard was filled with various vehicles driven by guests.

Except for those made in the Soviet Union, most of them came from Europe, the United States and other countries, and there were even German cars that the Soviets once looked down upon.

German craftsmanship has indeed been recognized by the world, especially when the guests are young people who are very receptive to new things.

Although there are all types of vehicles, compared to extended commercial vehicles, the most outrageous one is the dog sled.

The two white sled dogs stuck out their tongues and breathed in the snow, completely ignoring the wind and cold. They were so active that they were extremely quiet while waiting.

They just sat on their backs on their hind legs, swaying their furry tails from side to side, and stood up from time to time to shake off the snow on their bodies.

No one dared to expel this simple vehicle consisting of a red sled and two sled dogs, simply because the owner of the sled dogs was also the owner of this gorgeous mansion.

In the brightly lit banquet and ballroom, people were drinking and drinking. Under the brilliant light of the crystal chandelier, beautiful ladies and handsome men alternately danced the waltz on the wide dance floor.

The mixed scent of hormones and the aroma of wine are refreshing. As the fabrics of the black and white suits and silk evening dresses rub against each other, the two bodies warm up against each other.

As the atmosphere of the dance became more and more intense, the melodious dance music slowly stopped.

This seemed to be a new signal. The young men and women each straightened their postures and looked at the spiral staircase leading to the upper level beside the dance floor.

Footsteps sounded on the white jade steps. The young Admiral Golicina, wearing a snow-colored fur collared cloak and lined with a silver gown, walked down the steps with gentle steps.

His expression was calm and composed, and his gaze like a pool of water swept over every guest who looked up at him, like a lion king patrolling his territory, and his heroic appearance was like a living tsar.

His eyebrows are delicate, his rose-red pupils are as crystal clear as jade, his satin-like dark red hair is interspersed between his collars, and his snow-colored fluff is like a lion's temple hairs blooming in full bloom.

His height is still very short, and compared to adult Russian women who are at least 1.6 meters tall, he is not tall enough, but his lion-like majesty is no longer inferior to that of the deceased veteran.

He has proven himself with two years of personal experience, and from today on, he will completely inherit the name of Golicina.

And they all come from various upper-class families in Russia. Under the orders of their elders, they come here on behalf of the old guys to listen to the succession declaration of the new general.

Theoretically, military ranks cannot be hereditary, but now the Soviet Union has developed a sluggish bureaucracy. The reason why it was in trouble before was that there were no qualified successors.

Converted to an ancient country, the Golicina family, as an ancient clan inherited in the imperial capital, doesn't even have an A-level bloodline among its heirs.

No matter how hard you try to lower your requirements through the back door, some principled things cannot be shaken.

Zhaoyue stopped going down when he was four or five steps away from the bottom. He knew that no matter how much he ignored it, his height would still be a flaw. If he stood at the same starting point as them, he would look very short.

He looked around one last time, then cleared his throat and began what was called a speech.

"My name is Zhaoyue. I come from an ancient country in the East, not from every country. I believe you all know that very well."

After hearing his revelation, many people nodded secretly.

A year ago, Admiral Golichina, who was about to die of illness, announced that Zhaoyue, an outsider, would inherit the glorious Golichina family, which really surprised many people.

At what point did these distinguished surnames no longer believe in the Russian blood and turned to the sidelines for help?

Even Golichna's own people complained. The title of Admiral Golichna carries not only a mere family, but also tens of millions of Russian people who depend on it for its existence.

However, it has been nearly a year since the old general passed away, and Zhao Yue is still standing in the position of Admiral Golichna, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

"I will continue to lead the ancient surname Golichna at this turning point of the times. I remember that the late old general once called it the sleeping lion. Although there is a deviation, I tentatively agree with it.

As for whether I have the ability to stand in such a position, I believe everyone has witnessed it for more than a year.

Then my time is over, the remaining time belongs to you, young gentlemen and ladies, the Soviet Union or future Russia needs your young blood."

His eyes were piercing, taking in the expressions on every face in the banquet hall. Then he turned around and walked back to the upper level with unhurried steps.

When his back completely disappeared between the floors, the melodious music was played again, and the excitement returned to the hall. The dance floor was occupied by pairs of men and women, and the glasses clinked with crisp sounds. Everything seemed to be the same as before.

In the tightly decorated study room, Zhaoyue sat in front of the desk.

In front of him were documents stacked high. He thought that after escaping from Teyvat, he wouldn't need such high-intensity serious work, but he didn't expect that he was too naive.

"Boom!"

"Come in!" He said casually without looking.

"Master of the Household," the visitor was a young man with short blond hair, wearing a crisp black suit. Different from the men on the dance floor, he was not only handsome, but also had a deeper temperament. It was not difficult to tell that he was a serious person.

"Kirkov? Just tell me if you have anything to say," he retrieved the information on the document at a glance, and then wrote down annotations with a pen filled with red ink.

"The Baltic allies announced their separation from the Soviet Union..." He looked gloomy, as if he couldn't believe it.

The firm oath that once spanned time and space is now like a pencil drawing decayed by time, cracked from the surface.

"Are you unwilling?" Zhaoyue lowered her eyebrows and looked at him. Her long gaze made him no longer immersed in remembrance, and he straightened his spine and said.

"No, you said, this is inevitable."

"Yes... this is inevitable. Even the top leader cannot firm up his inner dogma. How can he expect the tens of millions of citizens who are ups and downs over time to wake up on their own..."

His eyes were intense, looking far away through the window, flying across the snowy night, as if he could see the Kremlin in Moscow several kilometers away.

"Compared with these, are you ready to receive Black Swan Port?" He turned around and asked.

"It's ready, but do we need to be so nervous?" Kirkov was still a little hesitant. He felt that Zhaoyue's arrangement was really overkill.

"The Secret Party is not an organization you can underestimate. After all, it is the leader that occupies the hegemonic position of European and American hybrids."

Zhaoyue warned casually, not saying anything obscure, as long as his arrangements were in order, Kirkov's thoughts were not important.

He is a good young man, but he is only good. He is too forward-thinking and he is not suitable to lead the family in this pioneering era.

After sitting in certain positions for a long time, he unknowingly developed the so-called discernment. This habit of arbitrarily evaluating others is not good, but to become a leader, analyzing the capabilities of the people under his command is also a required course.