The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"
Please excuse my English. An empire is not just square metres of land, resources and ephemeral people. An empire is different peoples with different cultures, different languages, different ways of life, forced to live under the yoke of the metropolis. These are people forced to forget their language and their way of life because that is what the metropolis wants. The very concept of an empire is a prison for peoples, and for the russian Empire, this has always been achieved through bloodshed and slaughter. Cultural figures from other nations were physically slaughtered, killed, tortured and exterminated so that the nationalism of those peoples would not spoil the image of unity. An empire is evil; the russian Empire is evil squared. To write about it is to justify a prison of nations.