Despite the thick white clouds trying to cover up the sun, they still could not hide its brilliance.
The blue sky remained bright, and the light and warmth of the sun gently enveloped Perm City.
Unfortunately, Viktor's mood was nowhere as bright and warm as the current weather.
Dozens of large ships, ranging from small fishing boats to cargo ships, lined the docks. The vicinity was bustling with workers busy carrying loads consisting of sacks, furniture, and various other things onto the ship, while several ships were seen dropping off passengers.
The harbor in Perm City was filled with people who were busy with their own activities, giving it a lively atmosphere.
In the midst of the crowd, the youngest son of the Romanov family sat pensively on a pile of boxes at the edge of the pier.
His eyes fell on the Rus Imperial troops carrying cargo to the dock. It had been a week since that day, yet Viktor was still disturbed by how Anna suddenly left him in the middle of a party.
