After the autumn wood

Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times.
What constitutes a true master of success?
Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything.
To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller
To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate
To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide
To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry
To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital
Hear this, applause!

American success master

"Sergei, Seraog, please come to the office of the bank president. It's just a brief chat, it won't delay your leaving time." Secretary Feiya said in Russian.


"May I go too?" Maxim asked proactively.


Feiya glanced at Maxim and nodded, with him there she wouldn't need to translate, only to be responsible for meeting minutes.


Sergei and Seraog exchanged a look, the king's woman has started to assert her position and power.


Seraog couldn't help but look out the window at the sky, feeling uncertain about his future, losing everything once leaving Moscow.


The complicated situation in Saint Petersburg far exceeds that of Moscow, Seraog wonders if he could adapt to life there.


"Is there a specific arrangement the General Manager called me for?" Sergei asked softly.


"I mentioned to the General Manager before that among the bank's employees, only you possess underworld connections that can handle the current complex situation. 


813 report