It was nine o'clock in the evening at St. Petersburg Palace. Alexander granted permission to the two manservants of the Winter Palace to enter his office to have them decorate something for him.
"Put it next to my portrait painting," Alexander instructed the manservants who were carrying a sixteen by 20 inches portrait painting of his daughter made by his wife.
The manservant carefully mounted the painting on the wall, Alexander watched and hummed in satisfaction. He looked at it and noticed that something was missing. His wife's portrait. It would be a perfect view of her portrait hung on the wall along them as well.
But painting is a tedious task and he doesn't want Sophie to tire her hands.
'I think it would be best if I hire the best painter in the Ruthenian Empire to do her portrait,' Alexander thought to himself.
A couple of seconds later, the work was done. The manservant stepped down from the chair and bowed to him as they left.
