Dearest Papa,

First of all, why am I not capital anymore? I don't understand why you moved it to Moscow. It kind of depresses me, since, I am a much better capital than Moscow will ever be.

Second of all, I was not flirting with Alexei and I would thank you kindly if you would stop saying that. We were just friends!

And third of all, can I be capital again?

Your Favourite Daughter,

Saint Petersburg.

P.S- I was wondering, can I play hockey some time? Spasiba!


Dear St. Petersburg,

WHY ARE YOU TWO ON THIS SITE? I swear, I am going to censor your computers in way that would put China to shame after this…

As for why you are not capitol—well, I have no control over this my little Piter. You know that. But I can tell you that with the way you sleep in every single day, you would be horrible as it now. You have become lazy, and laziness is not acceptable when you are most important city in country. Though I can agree that once upon time you made best capitol.

Da, okay Tasha. I forgot—giggling constantly, eyelashes fluttering, dancing with at every ball, and always trying to maintain some sort of physical contact equaled 'just friends'. Especially in the early nineteenth century. I apologize, little dear, I had forgotten.

…don't ask me that. Bring it to higher ups, da?

Your Favorite Papa,

Ivan~ )))

P.S. AHAHAHAHA. Nyet. You realize with your disease, one scratch and you'd be bleeding all over ice, da? I refuse putting hemophiliac daughter in skates and amidst my dear growling, snarling, and vicious hockey players. Good try though!