Struggle in Russia

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

This silvery bell-like sound was like the warm and moist air currents from the North Atlantic, which instantly blew away the chill in Count Uvarov's heart.

The beautiful girl with black hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin in front of him is the apple of his eye, Feodora.

"Dora, are you coming to see dad again?"

Count Uvarov's face was full of smiles, like a blooming morning glory. He happily hugged his little daughter and rubbed her cheek.

"When did you come back from Moscow? Why didn't you tell Dad in advance? Do you want to give Dad a surprise?"

Feodora kissed Count Uvarov's cheek and replied with a smile: "Of course this is a surprise, are you very happy?"

"certainly!"

Count Uvarov hugged his little daughter tightly and rubbed her cheek again, making the fifteen-year-old girl burst into giggles.

Feodora begged for mercy: "Itchy! Dad, itchy!"

The father and daughter played for a while, and Count Uvarov's mood improved visibly. He felt that he was the luckiest man in the world. He was so happy to get such a thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket.

He was so happy that he felt that his two sons were completely unnecessary. If possible, he really wanted to leave all the family property and title to Feodora, to this angel-like treasure.

Count Uvarov asked fondly: "Tell Dad about your life in Moscow. Did you have fun with your friends?"

"It's not bad. It's completely different from St. Petersburg. It's dignified and quiet, and one can't help but fall into deep thought... By the way, how are you doing? I saw you were not very happy just now!"

Count Uvarov really didn't want to continue this topic, because his head would explode just thinking about his two sons who were full of problems, so he changed the topic, "You know, your brothers always annoy me. Angry, if they were as sensible as you, I would probably wake up laughing in my dreams! Not talking about them, have you met Prince Charming in Moscow? "

Feodora smiled shyly and said: "Dad, you are making fun of me again. If you do this again, I will ignore you!"

Count Uvarov burst out laughing. Looking at his increasingly beautiful little daughter, he couldn't help but feel proud and confused. What he was proud of was that being able to give birth to such a beautiful and angelic daughter didn't mean that his seed was good.

But the dilemma is that such an angel-like treasure doesn't know whose bastard boy he will take advantage of in the end. Especially when he thinks about those little bastards from the noble families in St. Petersburg, he can't help but worry, because none of those little bastards can get into his eyes. They are either crooked or only know how to flirt with others. How can he? Dare you entrust your treasure to those bastards?

Count Uvarov once again felt a headache. As a father, he really couldn't bear to see his daughter unhappy in her marriage. Just like him, he married a well-matched but useless woman as his wife, and then lived in pain day after day. Struggling in the abyss.

He felt that the most important reason why he was able to achieve such great success in officialdom was that his family life was unhappy. If he marries the person he truly loves, he may not be sitting at the top of power as he is now. Instead, he may become a happy poet, writer, or simply live a simple and unpretentious Russian country life, carefree for the rest of his life. happily.

Count Uvarov yearns for such a life. Although it is a bit hopeless, happiness is real. There will no longer be intrigues, no need to watch what is happening, and no need to do disgusting things against one's will. Wouldn't it be beautiful to grow old together with your lover?

Of course, if Nikolai and Vladimir want to live such a simple and unpretentious life, he might just slap them with a big mouth. Who makes them sons? Sons are born to bear the torment of fate!

But his daughter is different. He only wants Feodora to be happy. As for whether her husband is a big shot or not, he really doesn't care. As long as he treats Feodora well, that's it!

Count Uvarov fell into deep thought again, because he knew that what he was going to do next was dangerous, and there was not much time left for him. He could no longer delay, he had to arrange Feodora's marriage as soon as possible, at least get engaged first.

Because if he did anything wrong, he would be in doom. At that time, it would be impossible for him to arrange a good marriage for Feodora. Only by arranging everything before he fell down could he rest assured.

Having said that, what about the candidates?

This is the most troublesome problem for Count Uvarov, because he either doesn't like the noble children of St. Petersburg, or he likes them and they belong to the opposite faction. How can they get married?

When Count Uvarov was having a headache, Feodora suddenly said: "Dad, guess who I saw today?"

Count Uvarov asked absently without raising his head: "Who did you see?"

"That serf's son!"

Count Uvarov was confused. There were so many serfs in Russia that throwing a stone could hit a lot of them. How could he know who Feodora was talking about?

Feodora pouted and reminded: "That's the guy named Vishniak!"

Vishniak?

This name brought back some long-standing memories of Count Uvarov. He remembered that he drank too much that time, and he also remembered that the woman seemed to have resisted quite fiercely...

"Um……"

Count Uvarov frowned because he didn't like to mention this, because this mistake was a bit embarrassing, especially when facing Feodora, it would make him lose face and make him a good father. The device suddenly collapsed.

He coughed dryly and lectured softly: "Dora, didn't I tell you not to associate with those untouchables? He was just an accident. It was your father's biggest mistake when he drank too much. This mistake is a stain on my life!"

Feodora pouted again and said coquettishly: "No, we encountered rioting gangsters on the way back. He saved me!"

Count Uvarov was stunned again and frowned. This news both surprised and worried him. Even his precious daughter encountered chaos. Think about how chaotic the situation in the country must be. You know, this is St. Petersburg! Not like other rural places in other provinces!

Even St. Petersburg has riots and riots. What is the situation in other provinces? If we don't deal with this chaos quickly, the whole country will be dragged down by them!

Count Uvarov immediately wanted to go to the Winter Palace to make a speech, asking Nicholas I to quickly try to exterminate these rebellious people and not let them become the climate. However, as soon as his butt left the stool, he suddenly remembered that it was already the era of Alexander II. Already...