Zubov's hand trembled slightly on the hilt of his sword, unsure whether it was due to the night's cold wind or excessive tension.
He hesitated a bit but was immediately shoved by General Bennigsen, reeking of alcohol: "Why are you hesitating? We all need you, come on!"
Zubov gritted his teeth, took advantage of the alcohol's courage, and strode towards the Imperial Palace.
His two brothers and over 20 officers immediately followed.
None of them wore the Prussian pointed hats as stipulated by Paul I, and the large sideburns and the Prussian long braids at the back of their heads were shaved off. If it were daylight now, they would be immediately arrested by the "Knight Etiquette Inspector."
But at this moment, they didn't care, because they were here to put an end to all this absurdity.
Skalagin cautiously glanced around, muttering: "Won't run into Arakcheev's men, will we?"
