The year is 1761, right before the coronation of Catherine. She is almost done getting all dressed up and ready. She is nervous, fidgeting with her hands while standing in a big and long hall of the St. Petersburg Palace as she looks out the window. There is a gloomy, stressed expression painted on her face.

As your steps echoed across the walls and floors, Catherine quickly turned towards your direction, startled.

"Oh- goodness. You startled me. You were looking for me?"

Catherine asked, staring right into your eyes.