As you wish, Princess.
Written here is everything
I’ve warned you about.
Your signature will mean
you’ll submit to all those measures.
Now can you send me on my way as soon
as possible?
I’m sorry, Princess, but this paper
has to go to St. Petersburg for His
Imperial Majesty’s consideration.
By courier.
How long am I supposed to wait,
General?
A month one way, a month back.
And how long it will take the Tsar to
look into it and give his answer…
that, as you may understand,
does not depend on me.
Will you wait?
Or prefer to go back home?
Oh, God!
Don’t torture yourself,
Princess Yekaterina Ivanovna.
You’re pure before God.
Where are you going, Madame?
Have pity!
We were told not to let you in!
Don’t you hear? Have mercy!
I didn’t think I would ever enter
your house again.
However, before going to Siberia,
I want to give you an opportunity
to regain your son’s favour.
Madame has learned that her son,
Grigory, was killed in a duel.
Oh, my God…
Wait.
Get out.
I see you’re not
of the weak kind, Mademoiselle.
But it’s hard for a foreign woman to
take a journey to Siberia. Don’t go.
I’ll buy you a house in Moscow.
You’ll have everything.
Only don’t leave.
As soon as I’m dead,
our relatives will take possession of
everything here.