"Brother look! I see it, the Grand Kremlin Palace," Tiffania cheerfully tugged at Alexander's sleeves as she urged him to look to where she was pointing.
Alexander blinked and casually looked at where she was pointing. Indeed, they have arrived. How many times has it been since he had ever visited that grand palace in Moskva? A lot, actually. It was a beautiful sight, the sheer white and golden stone walls, decorated with all manner of beautiful and unique sculptures from old masters, is just sublime enough to steal the breath away from his very being. The town surrounding it on every side was bustling with life. And then there were people, everywhere. It was hard for anyone not born in Moskva to miss the presence of such an impressive place.
