118 Women

Elena Vasilievna Morozova and Evdokia... Wife and daughter of Prince Czerkaski? As far as I remember, he had no children. Something is wrong here... either my knowledge of history is wrong which is possible or it's some kind of strange shift in the timeline... or someone is lying. The first two theories I have no way to check, the third theory about lying, I can order interrogation and torture... even if the mother does not confess the truth, the daughter can do it... and no, she won't confess the truth either. Saddat wrote that Evdokia is not more than two years old... they say that if someone is patient he can cook a stone, but torture a two-year-old child is pointless... if she was at least 6 years old.

I'll think about it tomorrow ... it's time to take a break from this bureaucracy. I went to the bedroom, Sveta was already waiting for me there. I lay down on the bed and started "molesting" her...

"I'm having a period." (Sveta)

I was wondering what to do next... two weeks on the road, no s.e.x, I had long periods without a woman, but then I was in the war. Moses crossed the Red Sea once... but blood is hard to wash off.

"But your throat is healthy?" (MC)

A few minutes later, I was lying relaxed and smoking a pipe with Turkish tobacco... Sveta was lying with her head resting on my belly.

"Olena is already at this age that she needs a husband, do you have any candidate for son-in-law?" (MC)

"I do, but I haven't spoken to his family..." (Sveta)

"When it comes to money, you don't have to worry about anything. I will give her a proper dowry and a farm in Lesser Poland..." (MC)

Sveta's hand slid lower... I won't say there is nothing more charming than a woman who is grateful to you.

"I know you talked to Piotr in Warsaw, but he didn't want to tell me on what topic... he has become more attached to me since then, will you tell me what you talked about?" (Sveta)

This is one of the universal rules... if someone holds you for your balls, you answer the questions... and Sveta literally did.

I told her about our conversation without mentioning Piotr's last question... I don't know how she would react if she found out that I killed her husband... people are too sensitive about murder... in the morning I was awakened by the sun shining through the window. I got up, poured myself a basin of water to wash my face, saw my reflection... I looked like a Washington Redskins mascot.

I woke up Sveta, bed looked like I was performing some satanic ritual or amateur abortion.

"I'm going to the office... change the sheets to clean." (MC)

I cleaned myself up, got dressed and was full of energy and ready to start a new day... until I opened my office door. I looked at the shelf, the skulls of Khan, Count and Tsar greeted me with a smile. I sat down in the armchair and started flipping through the toilet paper... I mean documents.

I still had a problem with locating 18,000 people, the best way would be to send these women and children to different parts of the country to assimilate faster, instead of creating a large group of minorities in one place. However, my lands were mainly in the east of the country, with the exception of Tarnów, which is located in Lesser Poland. I have to think carefully about this not to throw the baby out with the bath water... water ... fuck !!! ... I forgot one thing, I didn't withdraw the order for my fleet to sink Swedish ships... oops.

I quickly wrote a letter and sent a messenger to Graf Ferber and Admiral Dickman to stop hostile action against Sweden I didn't want to lose ships unnecessarily.... I have far too many responsibilities on my mind and I should be enjoying life... I'm young, rich, handsome... although beauty is a matter of taste, on a scale of one to ten, someone can give me one, but someone else will give me a strong two.

After a few hours of Sisyphean work I called Secretary Kowalski and told him to bring Elena Vasilievna Morozova and her daughter to my office, I also ordered him to bring me something light to eat.

Several dozen minutes later Kowalski brought the alleged wife and daughter of the Prince Czerkaski... The woman was a little scared, but she tried to hide it, although unsuccessfully. She probably felt relieved that she was not taken to the Crimea, but she also couldn't be sure what awaited her in this place. In her arms she held a little girl, the child was not more than two years old, probably less, she was tightly wrapped in clothes and rags, which made the girl seem bigger.

Mother's clothes were dirty and torn in places, but the material seemed too good for a peasant or a townswoman ... her shoes were badly damaged, she walked a thousand kilometers with her child, fearing the Tatars' whips. Pretty face, on the right cheek there were traces of skin abrasions, maybe someone had hit her... but the mark seemed too large, she rather stumbled and fell on her face. She also had no valuables on her, I forbade robbing women who were to settle here... so maybe she bought food with them.

Kowalski's reports stated that he provided these "refugees" with two meals a day, but I have doubts whether it was strictly followed... everyone is trying to earn some extra money on the side.

I looked at her face again.

"Who are you? But before you answer... I know Prince Czerkaski... I ordered him to be killed. I also know that the Prince had no children... and here is a woman who claims to be his wife and holds his daughter in her arms. So who are you?" (MC)