.
tyrants.
Quieter, please.
But it is beautiful, isn't it?
What do you see? Who is it?
Maybe Catherine II, but I'm not certain.
Nothing could be less certain.
That's enough! Lisa, take away the children.
Don't go too near to her.
If it is Catherine, she has a sixth sense....
Like this.
Lower, Iower!
That will be all.
The candles, the candles.
It's stuffy in here.
-There.
-No, I won't Iet you.
That's it.
But it's cold outside.
That's it.
Sir!
Where are you?
I hear your footsteps. Where are you?
Mortals must not chase royalty.
You won't catch up anyway.
I hear your footsteps.
I hear them.
Sir, what are you doing? It's cold!
-Come this way.
-Yes, it's cold.
-She disappeared.
-I know.
-She disappeared again.
-Move aside.
-Do you know where to go?
-Help us. Come.
Let us through. We are allowed.
Where is the door? Where is it?
Greetings!
Don't be shy. Come. We will not stay Iong.
Thank you very much.
A new hairstyle is necessary.
What beautiful hair you have! Those curls!
Tea! Would you Iike tea?
I don't either, but they insist.
Where is the tea?
We're in a hurry. Where is it?
-I know I'm beautiful.
-Too beautiful.
What do you want me to say?
-Come on!
-I have nothing to say!
What is that?
-Did you write this book?
-Not me. He did.
Neither he nor I. But he will dedicate it.
Follow me.
Sir, what are you looking at?
Shall we continue?
What do I see? Nothing for the moment.
Some people are obviously waiting
for something.
Let's proceed with caution.
These madmen could eat you.
They liked your hair.
Of course, good writers always have
beautiful hair.
-Be more careful and quiet now.
-I'm following you.
-CIose the door quickly.
-It's done.
When I was Iast received here
at the Winter Palace...
it was being renovated after the terrible fire.
-The parquet doesn't creak.
-It doesn't creak....
-The ambassador of Persia!
-Excuse us for being Iate.
Sir, Iet's go.
The ambassador of His Highness the Shah...
Prince Khozrev-Mirza...
the son of the future Shah,
with his entourage.
-Do you know what is happening?
-Not yet.
We are witnesses.
Nicholas I received an apology
from the Persian emissaries...
regarding the murder of Russian diplomats.
Griboedov was one, I think.
How interesting.
Are you able to see?
What uniforms!
Luxury, empire...
power....
Look over there. Higher.
Can you see?
Yes, I see now!
One must not trust this world. You are right.
Beware, court officials are cunning.
Some of them are mediums.
They could sense your presence.
Thank you for your advice.
We Gemini are curious by nature.
I'II move ahead.
Maybe I'II meet old acquaintances.
Good luck. I'll find you later.
Mighty Sovereign Emperor!
The peaceful nature of Persia
and the sacred union that exists...
among His Majesty and the Shah
were both upset by evil.
Under its power, a frenzied Tehran crowd...
committed unheard-of acts of evil.
The resulting victim was
the Russian mission.
The honest heart of Fetkh-AIi-Shah...
was horrified by the idea
that a handful of wrongdoers...
might destroy our peace and union.
His Majesty the Shah has sent me,
his grandson...
to request that you, Sovereign...
erase from memory this event.
Let the world know that,
despite this terrible event...
two wise monarchs,
with their infinite wisdom...
speak openly and vanquish all suspicion.
With the greatest joy, I stand before you...
Your Imperial Majesty.
I carry out my grandfather's will...
that we strengthen peace...
between our two peoples.
His Imperial Majesty...
commands me to assure Your Excellence...
of his pleasure
at hearing your explanation...
as well as the righteous plea...
of your sovereign.
I've been observing you. Who Iet you enter?
-You have no business here.
-That's correct.
Then you must Ieave at once.
Off you go, sir! Away!
-I had no intention of staying.
-Away!
This ceremony will continue
for a few more hours still.
As a former diplomat, I'