The next story will take place not in Germany, not in Poland, not in Lithuania, but in the middle of frosty Russia. Tsar Ruslan Timofei, also known as the Tsardom of Russia, sent his envoys. They were supposed to declare war on Lithuania - after all, they had to take advantage of the situation that all Lithuanian states were in pieces.

- Go to Lithuania, you fucking slackers! - Russia cursed, pointing to the double doors to the farmhands. - now! And fast!

The Tsardom waited a long time for the return of the messengers. He walked impatiently from the end of the room to the beginning. He still thought what the hell could they be doing there? 5 days had already passed and the border was close.

It finally came. The messengers returned trembling because they knew that delay would result in death.

- Why are you late?

- Lord, forgive us! - one of them shouted weakly.

- Our horses ran away and they burned our cart on the way! We had to walk back!

- Enough. - Tsardom interrupted him.

- What about the war?

- Umm... - one of them replied after a while.

- They want to negotiate with you... - said the second one fearfully.

- Really? - he said coldly but with a slightly psychopathic smile. - What pathetic Lithuanian prince would want to escape the inevitable and try to undermine the power of the great tsar by "negotiating"?

At that moment, the farmhands moved aside, revealing Prince Felix Herkus. Yes. That Felix. The Lithuanian bowed low before the tsar and began his speech.

- Great Tsar of Russia, have mercy and spare our areas. Due to our weak strength, we pose no threat to you. All our principalities are begging for mercy, Lord. - He knelt down to increase the importance of the situation.

- Rise up. - said the Tsar dryly. - Your prayers will be heard.

Why did the Tsar spare him? The moment he saw the Lithuanian, something flashed in him. Little Sparkle. Felix was like a fire that lit and warmed the cold Russian. As if this insignificant prince was everything to him. The tsar no longer knew what basis he should adopt towards the Lithuanian prince.But he knew one thing: If this Lithuanian is really so brave, he will become the Grand Duchy of Lithuania. Yes, exactly him. The Tsar could not allow this.

- I invite you to my chamber, prince... The guards can wait outside... - Russia moved towards the chamber mentioned above. 

The prince followed him. He was very afraid because insubordination towards the Tsar threatened even the highest knights with death, let alone him. Despite these fears, he hoped that Russia would give him good news and tell him to return to his people. 

But as soon as the Lithuanian closed the door behind the Tsar, Russia attacked him with a knife and put it to his throat. He pressed him harder and harder until red liquid slowly began to flow from the wound. The Lithuanian choked on blood and tried to break free. He kept coughing and trying to scream hoarsely. However, his efforts were in vain. Before the Lithuanian could understand what was happening, the Tsar began to speak.

-Listen to me, little son of a bitch. If you make me feel this way again- - Suddenly, the Lithuanian interrupted him.

- What feeling? - he asked hoarsely and quietly. Surprisingly, at these words, Russia moved the knife away from his throat. 

The Tsar began to pace around the room again. At the same time, he was mumbling something, but after a few seconds he finally started speaking louder.

- Every time I see you, every time I look at your face. I feel like I want to tear you to pieces and throw your body into the river. But at the same time, I wish you were sitting by my side. However, I love it when I see you suffering! - A smile appeared on his face at the last sentence. - I love watching the blood flow from you, how desperate you are to save your country, I love it... - His smile disappeared. - At the same time, I'm afraid that something will happen to you, I'm afraid that they will do something to you, that you won't be around anymore... - He was silent for a moment. - What is this feeling?

Lithuanian couldn't answer. Not only because of the wound but also because he didn't know. Supposedly hate and supposedly love. Russia, impatient with the Lithuanian's silence, calls medics and orders them to treat the Prince and send him back to his people.

Felix returned to Lithuania still in a state of shock. But he quickly forgot about this situation and his thoughts. He was glad that the Tsar would spare their areas. After all, a promise is an unbreakable thing.

...

Right?

-_-_-

[Nothing]

~Gaydodo