It was spring of 1801 in Verkhoyansk in the siberian part of Russia. My older sister, Heather was moving out. She was going to Vienna with a wealthy man called Wolfgang Strutski. She was the second in the family to move out. The first was back in 1792 when my older brother Alexander went to fight in the polish russian war back then. He had stayed with the army despite only being 15 and was now 24 and was a senior seargant. On the other hand my sister is 20 and is going to be a Mom. My other sibilings are my twin older brothers Carl and Henrik who are 14 and them me, Petr who is 13 and my younger sister Cimma who is 8. My life was nice other than the fact that winter was kind of long but that was it. In our village of 500 everyone knew everyone so I had lots of freinds. My Dad was a blacksmith, a good one too so we had lots of money. With that said money we got a house were only the twins got to share a room. Just as I was in mid thought Heather hugged me and said " I'm off Petr see you later." " See you, make sure you write a letter when you get settled "I will don't worry." She said goodbuys to the rest of the family and was off on a dogsled. I knew I probably would not be able to see her again but life's life and then I went to bed.