Olga adjusted her jacket and picked up the train of her riding suit. She gave a last look over her shoulder. Her lover was still sleeping which was a good thing. There was nothing she hated more than explanations to give. She went out of the isba, pulling her veil down on her face. “Leave him sleep as long as he needs” she said throwing a purse to the moujiks waiting outside. “My horse!” she asked as one of the moujiks ran to her pulling her horse. The man got down on all fours. She climbed on his back and saddled up. “I’m happy with you” she said placing her right leg over the horn of the saddle. She gave a light stroke with her heel to her horse that broke into a gallop and left the glade without looking back.<br/>She smiled at the feeling of the cool wind on her face. God, that was among her favourite things. She stopped her horse, listening to the sounds. She smiled again hearing the baying of the pack. The stag was at bay. She grinned. She has mess nothing interesting which was the most important. She guided her horse toward the place where the baying was coming from and soon meet her friends.<br/>“Olga, where have you been?” asked a voice<br/>“Felix Felixovich Yussupoff !” she said with a nonchalant voice as she passed him by “Since when is it your business ?”<br/>Laughter erupted from all sides at her harsh answer. She took a look at the stag and nodded to the servants who stroke the animal with a dagger. She turned her horse away and stopped at prince Yussupoff’s level “Make no mistake my dear” she said lowering her voice “You’re my lover...not my husband!” She looked at her friends over her shoulder “To the meet!” she said spurring her horse.<br/>