Passion knows no age

The action takes place in St. Petersburg, which resembled the Wild West on a summer day of unprecedented heat in an era when balls were held in Russia.

A ball is taking place in the palace. A grand ball. Eroticism, vulgarity, passion are integral components of this ball, and the music played by the orchestra further amplifies it all.

People of different ages and varying positions and statuses are dancing at the ball.

Guys, men, grandfathers, girls, women.

There are no age restrictions. There are no rules. Entry is free.

People are spinning, writhing in the dance like snakes.

Often they dance as if they were at a disco or nightclub.

Women take off

their shoes and dance barefoot, displaying their feet to seduce anyone.

Under their dresses, they usually don't wear anything, not even panties.

They don't wear bras either.

Under their pants, men, like girls, usually don't wear anything, not even underwear.

Many, without embarrassment, stripped naked and danced in the nude.

It also happened that women took off their dresses and shoes and danced, exposing their breasts and bodies naked.

Men also did not disdain to undress and dance naked.

Naked dancing at this ball was welcomed and provided for.

All sorts of people were and have been at this ball.

There were adults around thirty-five and older, and younger than that.

There were transvestites from Korea and Thailand and trans people from the same countries.

There were also gays from Russia, Azerbaijan, Turkey, Ukraine.

The abundance of countries at the ball was simply astounding.

Eighty countries and five hundred different ethnicities were present at the ball.

People came from different countries of the world and various cities.

Some left, others replaced them.

The age difference never bothered anyone. That word simply didn't exist.

If a person was dancing with someone else, then someone who wanted to dance with them could proceed as follows; these options were considered normal.

They could either say: "I want to dance with you," and the person they were dancing with would stand and wait until they finished dancing, and then they could continue dancing.

Alternatively, they could push the person away regardless of their gender or age and take their place.

Or join an existing dance.

Dancing with two or more people at once was also welcomed.

It didn't matter if a man was married or not; he could dance with anyone.

The same applied to girls.

Who to dance with was chosen both by the person themselves and by another for them.

For example, a guy could tell his girlfriend who to dance with; a girl could also tell her boyfriend.

If a person was alone and arrived, they chose who to dance with themselves.

The Tsar of St. Petersburg, Igor Shamov, could also help them with this, as he knew all the people in the world due to frequent travels.

The atmosphere was one of chaos and debauchery. Striptease also occurred, but without a pole.

At the ball, there were not only dances and vulgarities; sex often occurred at the ball, and this sex was in front of everyone.

It often happened that the floor was covered in the semen of those who were engaging.

It often happened that everyone watched as a guy and a girl had sex, but group sex was also welcomed.

Sex could also occur in the presence of the tsar and other political figures.

This was considered normal and welcomed. And it was approved by everyone.

Igor Shamov especially loved this.

He said: "Never be afraid or embarrassed to strip naked and show everyone your body, whatever it may be.

Your body is one of your prides in life, so don't be shy about exposing it."

He also recounted: "Sometimes I walk around the palace naked and used to do so.

I love shaking my dick in front of my subjects like a reptile shakes its tail and moving it back and forth, moaning.

Sometimes I shake my dick when I receive people at my place and jerk off in front of them.

Sometimes I receive people naked and ask them to undress too.

My wife also shows everyone her pussy, ass, and breasts.

I love visiting women's toilets, and my wife visits men's.

We have been practicing this since the first day of our life together.

Sometimes we go to the toilet together, and sometimes even naked.

Subjects sometimes help too, and those who live with me.

During my reign, at this ball, I have had sex with my wife ten times.

And just as many times, I have received someone during sex.

In our palace, we can have sex out of the blue, and that's normal.

We have done and do it in the presence of guests and subjects.

Even in the palace, in front of everyone, we have had sex both in my chambers and outside them.

In the palace, people heard moans and sighs; those were ours, my wife's and mine.

Not only the tsar but also other political figures have been at the ball.

Sitting on the sidelines, watching this, one on a chair, the other on a rocking chair, are two men who are about to participate in this extremely unusual ball.

One of them aims to meet a girl who, according to him, he really liked, while the other aims to dance and relax while his wife dances with others.

The first was sitting on a chair, and his name was Viktor Romanovich Krupov, dark-haired with brown eyes, short black hair, no facial hair. Of medium height. Thin. Lips straight. Eyebrows straight. Voice quite soft, even slightly squeaky. Appears to be about seventeen.

In communication, he shows respect and listens attentively to his interlocutor.

For his age, he is quite intelligent; many feel like children compared to him. By nature, a one-love man. Popular with girls, although he hasn't found success in his personal life, and it's unclear why?

He completed nine grades externally at the age of sixteen and hasn't decided on a future profession.

Viktor Krupov's parents are dad Roman Evgenievich Krupov (formerly Saveliev) and Ekaterina Nikolaevna Krupova.

After marrying, he gave up his surname and took his wife's surname.

Dark-haired with brown eyes and light hair, with light stubble.

Of medium height. Thin. Lips straight. Eyebrows barely noticeable.

Voice affectionate and gentle. Appears to be about twenty-eight.

Loves to joke, various jokes and pranks.

Often jokes with students and patients.

Loves his wife and son very much and always helps them.

Well-read, however, rarely teaches anything.

Most often, Viktor learned everything himself and from Ekaterina, and taught Roman about life.

Friends with all the friends and colleagues of his wife Ekaterina.

By profession, a school life safety teacher and a surgeon oncologist.

Has a friend at the registry office who married him and Ekaterina.

Viktor's mother, Ekaterina Nikolaevna Krupova, extremely charming with green eyes and light hair.

Short. Thin. Lips straight. Forehead even. Voice expressive. Appears to be about twenty-seven.

Loves her son and husband very much and always helps them.

Friends with all the friends of her husband Roman.

By profession, a builder and architect.

The second was sitting in a rocking chair, and his name was Igor Nikolaevich Shamov, former surname Yazov; after marrying, he gave it up and took his wife's surname; for thirty-eight years now, he has been tsar, as his father left his position as a birthday gift. Bald, tall, with brown eyes, athletic build, no facial hair. Lips straight. Eyes brown and extremely expressive. Tall. Appears to be about forty-eight.

In communication, he shows respect and listens attentively to his interlocutor.

Knows a lot, but unlike many people, he doesn't mind listening to the advice and recommendations of others on various issues.

Can heed someone's advice or recommendation.

This especially applies to everyday matters, and in case of disagreements and quarrels with his wife on such matters, he turns to his children and servants.

Unlike Viktor, he is amorous.

Loves to dance with others.

Married for forty-one years, of which twenty-five years he lived in a civil marriage.

Has two children, a son and a daughter.

Son Nikolai, who is forty-one, and daughter Elena, who is forty.

The heroes were drinking pomegranate juice from wine glasses, snacking on Adyghe cheese lying on a board with a knife, and talking while watching the ball.

"A good ball, isn't it?" Igor began, addressing Viktor.

"Yes, the ball is truly good, and how many people have gathered; there haven't been so many people at balls for a long time, really a lot," Viktor said enthusiastically.

"You're right, there really are a lot of people, and today they are in good spirits and good health.

They dance as if this is their last ball.

Although I'll tell you, this ball is far from the last. Balls are held every day, and people come, and as long as people come, they will be held.

After all, it's a good way not only to meet someone and find your destiny but also to find friends, and to relax after work or a hard day," Igor calmly replied, sipping his juice.

"That's for sure," Viktor said thoughtfully, taking a sip of juice and snacking on a piece of cheese.

After chewing and swallowing a piece of cheese, Viktor took another sip of juice and, looking Igor in the eyes, asked him:

"Have you been coming to balls for a long time?"

"I've been coming here since I was seven. My mother brought me here.

She met my father here when she was sixteen, and he was eighteen.

They met at this ball, and ten years later she proposed to him, and they got married.

They were in turmoil and long debated how to live, in a civil marriage or not, but they still decided to formalize their relationship."

After finishing, Igor took a sip of juice.

"Yes, a very interesting story. Didn't you invite them to the ball today?" Viktor asked, looking at Igor.

"How could I not invite them? Of course I invited them, but they refused because tomorrow is their birthday, and we will celebrate it. We'll celebrate at their home.

They are preparing today, cleaning, washing floors, inviting guests, going out for groceries, as they say, preparing fully because a great feast is planned for tomorrow. As they said: 'We'll party like the youth.'

They said they'll rest, and after the celebration, they'll come to the ball again," Igor said enthusiastically.

"Yes, very cool, let them live long lives," Viktor sincerely replied.

"Agreed, thank you," Igor nodded in response and poured juice for himself and Viktor and cut some cheese.

"After eating a piece of cheese and washing it down with pomegranate juice, Viktor again turned his gaze to Igor and asked:

"Did you come alone or with your wife?"

"With my wife; we came here to relax.

I didn't tell you, but I am the tsar of this city; I live in the palace not far from here, and she is a doctor in my palace, treating my subjects and those who live in the palace.

Many come to the palace to live because I have the best conditions in the city, and it's also free. Live as long as you want.

My wife's name is Angelina Yurievna Shamova; she is my age.

There she is dancing with my servant Roman Yarov; then she will dance with the count from France, Diodor Fourier, then with my maid Victoria Loseva.

Then I will dance with them, and we will go back home because tomorrow, as I said, is my parents' birthday," Igor said joyfully.

After finishing, Igor took a sip of pomegranate juice and ate a piece of cheese.

Turning his head, Viktor saw the people Igor had told him about and all the dances.

Roman Alexandrovich Yarov, former surname Zhanov; after marrying, he gave it up and took his wife's surname. Bald, but at the same time extremely charming. Tall. Slender build. Blue-eyed. Has a small brown beard. Eyebrows barely noticeable. Appears to be about forty-eight.

Contests Igor's orders, but sometimes Igor praises him for it and says: "Yes, you're right, I revoke it, we'll do as you said, I was wrong."

Enjoys Igor's special trust precisely for his ability to contest and object to him.

Married, has two children with his wife Elizaveta Yarova.

Diodor Fourier, a count from France, who came to the ball to relax. Gray-haired with green eyes. Above average height. Slender build. Lips small, eyebrows barely noticeable. Voice low. Has light stubble. Appears to be about seventy-eight.

Respected not only in his homeland but throughout the world for his extremely intelligent thoughts and reasoning; his speeches made listeners open their mouths and listen to him, even those who had heard it before or knew about it still couldn't help but listen. He always spoke confidently and seriously.

Victoria Sergeevna Loseva, long-haired and red-haired with blue eyes. Lips straight. Eyebrows straight. Voice extremely expressive. Neither short nor tall, simply average height. Appears to be about twenty-eight.

Extremely kind, friends with everyone in the palace.

Always on the side of Igor's family. Greets all guests with Igor's wife, and only after they have spoken with them does she direct them to him.

Helps Igor no worse than other subjects and his family.

Angelina Yurievna Shamova, Igor Shamov's wife, long-haired and black-haired with brown eyes. Short. Slender build. Eyebrows straight, lips straight. Voice extremely expressive. Appears to be about forty-six. Gaze cunning, but at the same time simultaneously dissatisfied.

Loves Igor, but at the same time is crazy about old men and children, saying that with them you can and should build a family, and also sleep. L