1912
Alicja Męcińska, daughter of the Count Męciński sat in the garden of whatever Russian place the balm was in. Holding champagne in one hand as she sat in total annoyance and maybe hatred,she was only 16 and she already heated the Tsarist regime that had outlawed her mother tongue. "Miss?" A strange voice to her called out. She cursed spilling her champagne on her red dress with white embellishments, "Pierdolić" (Fuck in Polish) Kamil Uliński recognised her polish tongue as he sat down. "What do they call you?" Alicja mused quietly setting her glass down, "Never you mind what they call me." Kamil fumbled in his brain for a second before saying, "You shouldn't be in the gardens this late alone." Alicja let out a small laugh and told him "I'm not alone I'm with you."
