Sergey paused for a moment before continuing.
"The article mentioned how he provided livelihoods and pensions to the families of those who died in territorial wars. In his estate, serfs receive fair shares of their harvests, and if they manage to save enough, they can even purchase land."
He gently tucked a strand of Alexa's soft curls behind her ear. Her previously pallid complexion had regained its rosy glow, making her look more beautiful than ever.
"Do you think we might be able to own land there, too?" Alexa's cheeks flushed with excitement as she posed the question.
Sergey embraced her tightly, his voice low and steady.
"I think it's possible."
Resting her face against his chest, Alexa murmured, "I hope it's true."
Sergey didn't respond aloud but felt a quiet certainty in his heart. A man hailed as a hero of the continent would not make empty promises.
