Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

Chapter 217 029 Pierre, the new resident at 205 rue Montmartre
Solovyov also discovered that this apartment at 205 Montmartre Street in the nd arrondissement of Paris could still be rented by many people, mostly foreigners, including British people, who lived downstairs from him.

As for whether there are other tenants who want to rent here, what kind of people they are, or whether there will be a neighbor from another country, he has no idea.

However, Jeanne and Adele have a good relationship. They are about the same age and have similar experiences. They are really two poor girls.

The place Solovyov rented was quite large, with a bedroom inside and a reception room outside, and the two girls slept outside.

The reason why Jeanne also slept here was that this was originally the place rented by her father, Joseph Le Saugues, who was a well-known local businessman before he was arrested and sent to the guillotine.

Solovyov, the girl's father, knew that his accomplice, Curio, had claimed that Le Suques was not guilty. Even so, the court's verdict was still the same.

A confused judge will lead to an unjust verdict. The money transport that was hijacked contained military funds for Napoleon's Italian Legion. The incident was extremely serious and the case was closed quickly based on the circumstances.

The First Consul received a complaint, but he had no time to deal with it. He had too much to do and had to focus his energy on military affairs.

What's more, this case almost made him unable to pay the soldiers' salaries. The Italian Legion was without cannons for a time, and all the horses were eaten by the cavalry. That was the situation.

As for the unfortunate gentleman, he became rich in the real estate business after the Revolution, but then left his children with nothing.

"Jeanne, make sure to fix this mat at the door of my room. You and Adela can go and play. Don't open this door until I come back."

"Yes, sir."

After Adela was washed, Solovyov felt as if he had won a lottery. What a lovely girl, dressed in a maid's clothes, her hands and feet were quick and nimble. Even her sprained ankle needed medicine, so she didn't dare to run.

"Also, if there are guests coming here, you should make the tea quickly and bring some Ceylon black tea, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

Being his servant was actually a very easy job. Solovyov had never needed much service. When he was in St. Petersburg, he often acted on his own and did not need a follower, as most officers always had one.

"Masters" who are not serving in the army are always called "Sir" in France. They are not in the army and are more likely to employ maids.

The streets in the 2nd arrondissement of Paris are fine; the smell on the streets has been effectively contained, so you can feel the city while walking on the streets.

There are just some minor problems. The names of many streets were changed after the revolution. For example, Richelieu Street in the 1st and 2nd districts was changed to "Rue de la Loi" because the bishop was a clergyman, and it can be connected with Rue d'Italian.

If he walked south along this street, he would be able to reach the area around the Tuileries Palace and the Louvre, which was very convenient.

But he had no intention of visiting any important person, and it was not polite to ask passers-by on the street one by one.

He didn't know that the First Consul's wife Josephine was his non-blood aunt, which meant that Napoleon was his uncle.

This would always require asking at the right time, in his legitimate capacity in Paris, and not under his present alias and disguise as a baron from Augsburg.

When he reached the bank of the Seine River and headed southeast, he could see Notre Dame de Paris. Many buildings that would become famous in the future did not exist at that time.

From Notre Dame, cross the river to the south bank of the Seine, and walk a little further, you can see the Pantheon. Solovyov plans to go there and take a look.

After all, all of old Count Stroganov's friends are lying there now.

But when he was walking on the road, a strong man who didn't look at the road knocked him down.

"Oh, sorry, sir, I didn't mean to do that. And my glasses were knocked off, so I didn't see you clearly. Sorry."

"Sir, your French has a Moscow accent."

Solovyov thought it was a coincidence that such a square-shaped strongman, wearing a pair of glasses and a brown coat, walked in a funny way.

"Have you been to Moscow?"

"Yes, I have been to Moscow. I know the place well. Let me introduce myself. I am von Stirlitz, I came here from Augsburg, and what about you, sir?"

"You may call me Pierre, sir."

"Well, Pierre, it's always the fashion among Russians to address themselves as if they were French, or even from some German principality. Why are you here?"

Solovyov's skill in pretending to be ignorant was first-rate. He did not parade around the streets of Paris in his Guards uniform today. Moreover, when he spoke foreign languages, just like Louisa spoke Russian, he had no detectable accent, so it was convenient for him to pretend to be ignorant.

"As for me, I am studying here. You know, in France, well, you can learn a lot, especially in the academy here."

"But many colleges have closed down. When I arrived in Nancy, the local university was closed down. However, universities in Strasbourg and some other places are still operating normally."

Such an honest and simple man, Count Kirill Bezukhov's most beloved illegitimate son, is not living a well-off life nowadays. However, the money he has in hand is enough for his expenses in Paris. As long as he does not become a gambling addict, he can still live comfortably even in a place with high consumption like Paris.

Speaking of letters, Pierre's father formally made a will. He retired from St. Petersburg as the Vice Prime Minister of the Empire and returned to Moscow. Due to his deteriorating health, he could not wait any longer, so he asked Alexander to make Pierre his legal heir and his legitimate son. However, the will and letters were kept secret.

"Well, we should go have a cup of coffee to celebrate. We met here today. Mr. Pierre, what is your last name?"

"My last name is Kirillovsky."

After hearing this, one can actually understand that he did not use his father's surname when going out, and as an illegitimate child he could use the surname Bezukhov but not the title.

To be honest, the same is true for little Natalia who lives next door to Louisa, except that her stepmother and father dote on her more, and her status is no different from that of an ordinary noble lady.

"It's better to call you Pierre. It's just as troublesome to call a Russian by his last name as it is to call a Polish one, like Stanislavsky. Do you agree or not?"

While drinking coffee, Pierre felt that he had something in common with the baron. "You are speaking very sincerely, but what are you going to do here?"

"I still need to find a place to rent. My rent in Butte aux Quails is due, and rent in Paris is always so expensive."

"If possible, please don't think that I'm a new friend you just met and feel that it's inappropriate. You can live in Montmartre Street. I rented an apartment at No. 205 Montmartre Street. There are vacancies there, and the rent is relatively cheap."

"Thank you, just"

Solovyov knew that Pierre was an honest man, even too honest, and was always fooled by people with ulterior motives, such as his "friends" and possible future wife.

Especially this guy Dolokhov, he is an old acquaintance of his, but because Solovyov is a smart man outside the circle, Dolokhov will not cause trouble for him.

And Pierre, what will happen in the future? It's like the coffee they are tasting now. Before the taste buds take effect, the taste is not clear.

Besides, Count Bezukhov himself was a prominent figure in Moscow. He was very familiar with the elders that Solovyov was familiar with, especially Dolgorukov from Prince Krimsky's branch, so he was helping a friend.

"If you need help, you can go to Montmartre Street. It used to be on the south bank of the Seine, but now it is on the north side. It is even more convenient to go to some places. It is also close to the Russian Embassy. If you need to do something, it may be useful, such as any news from Moscow or St. Petersburg."

"Ah, thank you, my friend, I appreciate your invitation. That's all."

If you don't believe me, come with me to Montmartre Street and see for yourself.

Adela took off her shoes and socks as Solovyov instructed, and was soaking a towel in hot water to apply hot compress to her sprained ankle.

When the host went out, he said he would be back in the evening, but he never expected that he would be back when the British were having afternoon tea.

"Mr. Baron, you are back."

"Adela, you still need to recover from your injuries. It's not good for a child to walk with a limp. Relax. This is my friend Pierre, a Russian strongman. He is a gentle man, but you don't need to be afraid of him."

"Hello, Adela."

"Hello, Mr. Pierre."

"It's good for us to get to know each other. Mr. Pierre is here to look at the apartment. If possible, Adela, once you have recovered from your injury, you should help Mr. Pierre clean the room."

"Yes, sir, you pay me for double the work."

The child is very smart, but because her foot is temporarily injured, we can't expect her to work now.

The landlord was also satisfied with the new tenant moving in.

Pierre didn't have much luggage. He seemed to have arrived in Paris shortly after the two sides declared peace, and he was quite familiar with the streets.

"Pierre, have you ever been to the Exhibition?"

"I've been there and seen a lot of people, but they are all... well, when they come to Paris, they always come to buy luxury goods. They come from all over the world, especially the British from London, who buy a lot."

"There are Russians too, aren't there?"

"Yes, there are some people. They order a lot of things from France. There are a lot of people buying things. There seem to be British people here too. They all come from London."

"That's it. I just think it's interesting. But I won't spend any money on it. It's a wonderful trip to Paris. I may go to Montargis in a few days. There is a friend there who is in contact with my father."

"If you go to the area near Paris, you can also enjoy the life here. Sometimes it is more interesting around Paris than in the city. Some time ago, I went to the forest for a picnic with some friends. The environment was very good."

Speaking of which, Pierre is indeed a sincere person. He says what he thinks and has no ulterior motives. No wonder when Andre was interacting with him, he thought he was the only living person in the circle.

But some things also need to be made clear, that is, in Paris, just like in St. Petersburg, many people are selfish and pursue fame and fortune, there is no difference.

Pierre moved next door to Solovyov, but he didn't know that the man "from" Augsburg was actually the active military attaché of the Russian Embassy in Paris, a lieutenant colonel in the Guards.

This confusion could only be resolved if he went to the embassy, ​​where Solovyov appeared in the uniform of the Putin regiment.

Of course, Solovyov knew him not because of the "plot" or because the bulk of Count Bezukhov's fortune belonged to him, but because he was a real person who was easily deceived.

It would be best to help him at any time. Otherwise, we can do it all at once and let him get in touch with Natasha when he returns to Moscow.

However, judging from Natasha's age, she is younger than Yulia, and definitely younger than the two little maids in front of her, which is somewhat provoking the gendarmerie.

It still takes an opportunity, Solovyov thought. If he wanted to return to St. Petersburg or Moscow, he would probably have to wait until the war broke out, when expatriates from various countries began to return home through various routes.

Anyway, he had prepared some checks and bonds that could be cashed this time, which were enough to last for a long time. What's more, he could save money from his usual military pay.

As for his true identity, Pierre must have had the opportunity to find out, for example, when he visited Madame Lebrun, he happened to meet Vasily Vasilyevich and his family.

"Well, let's do this first. If you need anything, you can come find me next door. Although we just met today, we get along very well. I think you are a very trustworthy person."

Although Solovyov was a little cunning when he spoke, he was still willing to make friends with such a sincere person.

Now the leading actor and important supporting actors are all here, and among the girls, only Lisa has appeared. She and Andre are not engaged yet, but progress is also very fast.

In the end, you still have to have some contact with them beyond the plot, and Solovyov doesn't really believe in a fixed script, but he can see through human nature.

(End of this chapter)