Duchess Isi

Herat. The Great Desert with a thousand-year history. Now it is going through hard times You are in your cabin, on the pride of the imperial fleet, the cruiser Sevastopol. You are the commander of this ship and the entire squadron. Being the hereditary print of the empire, you were sent to an unstable province to pacify the local peoples who were dissatisfied with the order that your country was imposing in the region. Your campaign has been going on for over a month. You recall the events of six months ago. You are sitting with your father, the Emperor, in his office. As a test for ascending to the throne, he sent you here... Now that someone has destroyed your capital, you have not received any news from the empire for this damned month. You and your fleet are left alone with this great desert. Looking out the porthole, you remember with what enthusiasm you set out here. You thought that you could prove your manhood, intelligence, courage. How stupid it was. After a while, the noise of the engine and the rumble of the retracting chassis knock you out of your thoughts. An adjutant runs into your cabin and says. Your honor! Pyotr Ignatyevich is calling you, he said he will explain the details there! He ran away. Well. The videos can't cope without me... You said with a sigh and went to the main deck. Entering the bridge, a familiar picture opens up before you. Many sailors are sitting in their places and controlling the engines, officers are making sure that no one shirks. In the middle of the deck stands Pyotr Ignatyevich. An elderly man, however, who has not lost his clarity of mind and is still an officer. Your mentor and a good friend of your father. How good that you came, Prince. According to our plan, we will now refuel in this city for several days. During this time, you will need to negotiate with the local elites, so that in the future our campaign is not hampered by popular unrest. Once landed, the delegation of the elayim's will accompany you to their representative. Sevastopol, sat down. When you get off the plane, you see a view of the city square. There are many tents with traders on it. Somewhere there are barkers for the local militia. Somewhere on the horizon rises the minaret of the local mosque. And next to the square there is a pier, where your squadron sat down. سيفاستوبول... 35 ألف طن من الفولاذ. سفينة تشق طريقها عبر مساحات السماء. عندما تقابل الأعداء، تجلب كل غضب الإمبراطورية في شكل مدفع عيار 6 180 ملم. في 5 ثوانٍ يمكنها إطلاق 30 طنًا من القذائف. معجزة وليست سفينة. أنا معجب بها في كل مرة. Such a lofty speech by one of the locals could not leave you without attention. You smiled at him and handed him a watch with the empire's engraving. You continue walking in serenity, accompanied by local gentlemen. The road leads you to some kind of hut. However, this is not a hut, but a full-fledged portable palace! A girl in military uniform and luxurious jewelry comes out of it. Greetings, Prince. I have been waiting for your visit for a long time. Please follow me. We need to discuss many political issues. You go into the hall where there is a low table with countless pillows around it. Sit down. Dear guest. The last phrase sounded especially tender