Having escaped the festivities and celebratory ambience, Bruno and the Tsar of Russia found themselves secluded in the former's office. The Tsar was surprised by the minimalistic decorations, a stark contrast to the grandeur of Bruno's baroque estate—a villa so vast and opulent it could be mistaken for a palace, were it not for the fact that in Germany, his home nation, he held the title of a mere count.
Regardless, the room was precisely as Bruno intended—no esteemed portraits of past ancestors, no self-aggrandizing paintings of his own exploits. Instead, only photographs from his time in war adorned the walls, framed in well-crafted but restrained trappings.