After dinner was over, Scarlett took her coat and left Doomfelt Palace.
Victor accompanied her to the carriage and said: “Don’t you want me to ask you to stay?”
Scarlett looked at him as she climbed the carriage step: “Yes.”
“Is there a reward?”
He asked in a joking tone.
Scarlett thought for a moment and then said, “If you wish for something.”
Victor smiled and nodded: “I will keep that in mind.”
Close the carriage door after getting in.
All the way home, she was worried about how to take off this dress on her own, but she also felt that she didn't want to waste this luxurious outfit, so she thought of walking around a little on Seventh Street.
When she arrived at the watch shop, Andrei saw her and frowned: “Were you having fun?”
"no!"
“What do you mean ‘no’?
You’re so enthusiastically dressed.”
“Victor insisted on having dinner, so I dressed up.
It took more than two hours to do my hair.
It was a shame to take it off right after dinner.
I will now go around and get coffee for the volunteers.”
Andrei sighed exaggeratedly, and offered his arm: “My shift is over, let’s go together.
It’s cold.”
“Really?”
“Yes, yes”
"What happened to you, Andrei?
Aren't you just doing this for the money?"
“What are you saying?
If I loved money so much, would I work here for such a low salary?”
“I see what you mean”
Scarlett laughed and clung to his arm excitedly.
Although his family was humble, Andrei, the second son of a noble family, had an education in etiquette.
He walked her slowly down Seventh Street.
While walking, she saw bags stacked for charity, which would be sent to the slums.
Scarlett checked the bags donated by the Domfelt family.
The Domfelt family donated unused blankets thanks to Victor, who ordered the servants' blankets and curtains to be replaced.
Victor spent the money, but the servants thanked Scarlett for suggesting the idea, making her embarrassed.
These items were to be transported by tram, supported by tram drivers led by Powell.
Andrei put on a portable heater and started making coffee.
The Powell children, Susan and Charlie, saw Scarlett and ran to her in padded winter clothes: "Scarlett!
What's the occasion?
Why are you so pretty?"
“Like an angel!”
“Dinner clothes,” she replied sheepishly.
“I was going to have a fancy meal.”
“Wow...”
“Always dress like this, Scarlett!”
“This is so tiring.”
She turned the conversation shyly: “I brought coffee.”
“And did you bring milk?”
“Of course”
“Awesome!”
The children were happy to have a drink for them.
Andrei scolded them: “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?
You won’t grow up.”
“No, we'll grow up!”
“Dad is tall, so we'll grow!”
The children responded in turn.
Susan jumped up, trying to catch up with Andrei's height: "Andrei!
Did you sleep a lot when you were little?"
“Yes”
Andrei responded indifferently, quickly boiling the milk, adding sugar, and giving each child a cup.
They sat quietly on the stacked bags, sipping milk.
Scarlett Powell asked: “Can I help you tomorrow?”
“Of course, any extra hand is helpful.”
Andrei replied hesitantly: “I'll go too.
The sooner we finish, the sooner the manager will go back to work in the store.”
A tram driver sneered: “You look tall and thin, you have no strength!”
The drivers laughed, and Andrey walked tiredly, picked up two bags to weigh them, then lifted five bags onto the tram.
Even the tram drivers, known for their strength, struggled to carry two bags.
"What is this?
Where does this power come from?"
“From my arms”
Andrei replied.
Scarlett thought that he was really strong, and she realized that she was surrounded by strong men without obvious comparison.
The next morning, Scarlett boards the tram heading to the slum as promised.
Powell removed the line map and put up a “Charity Aid Transport Vehicle” sign.
The tram carrying bags moved.
Charlie and Susan, who came to help or sabotage, played with Andrei, allowing Scarlett to sleep a little.
Susan saw her sleeping in the back seat, approached quietly, and whispered to Charlie: “Scarlett is beautiful even without fancy clothes.”
“I don't understand!”
“Are you stupid?”
“I'm not!”
“Shut up, you'll wake her up!”
“Oh, right”
Charlie covered his mouth with his hands, and sat opposite her, staring at her sleeping face.
Andrei scolded him: “Don't stare at a sleeping person, little ones!”
“But it's fun!”
Charlie nodded in agreement.
The children were frank about appearance, sometimes harshly.
The sleeping Scarlett was pretty enough to attract glances.
Andrei wondered if this was a reason for Victor Domfelt, inhumanly rational, to try to get her back.
Victor knew about the medication she was taking, and yet he wanted to keep her, despite concealing the attempts on Andrei's life.
Victor seemed to Andrey an outwardly balanced man, but internally disordered.
The tram arrived outside the capital, and the items were transferred to horse-drawn carriages.
After a day of travel, they arrived at the slum.
Most residents lived together in a large building to avoid the cold.
When the blankets and food arrived, they happily walked out: “Thanks, Paul, we owe you this year too.”
“I'm just moving stuff.”
Powell felt embarrassed as people dropped off the items.
Scarlett checked the number of people and made sure no one was taking two servings.
Charlie and Susan played with the village children, sharing toys, quarreling and making up.
During the distribution, she saw a disheveled woman, barefoot, screaming and running.
Scarlett was surprised, and Andrei stood in front of her to protect her, but the villagers were not surprised: “Shirley started again.”
“When will it get better?”
They complained and stopped.
An old man taking his share said: “Give me her share, I will take care of her later.”
“What?”
Scarlett checked her notebook and looked at Shirley.
“Give it to me,” the old man insisted.
“I'll ask her first.”
“Why?
You can't talk to her.”
The old man tried to take the things, but Scarlett prevented him: “After I ask her.”
"What do you know?
I'm the one who knows!"
The old man grumbled and backed away.
"I'll be gone for a moment," Scarlett said to Charlie and Susan.
"Can you stop anyone from taking these things?"
"naturally!"
“We will protect her, no one will take her.
You will help, right?”
The village children, who had quarreled and reconciled five times, nodded.
They were reliable.
Scarlett left the items behind and followed Shirley, who she found in the corner of an abandoned house, trembling and clutching her head.
“Mrs.
Shirley?”
Shirley raised her head trembling.
Scarlett took out her notebook and asked, "Weeks said he could take your things.
A blanket and food.
Should I give them to him?"
"No!
I won't give that idiot anything even if I die!"
“Okay”
Scarlett got up: “I’ll keep it for you.
Don’t forget to take it later.”
“Forget?”
Shirley laughed sarcastically: “I don’t forget anything.”
“What?”
Shirley stood up suddenly, and grabbed Scarlett's arm with crazy eyes: "Since one day, I can't forget anything.
I remember everything!
Everything!
It drives me crazy!"