And that how is a lost Jew in a French school came to live in Russia, residing in the royal palace of the Russian prince

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The next morning Pierre made his way to the prince’s apartment. They had a lovely day, exploring the incredible sights the French countryside had to offer. They discussed a vast array of topics and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.

“You must come with me when I go back home to Russia.” Radzivil insisted. “I very much value your friendship. Where I am from, there are too few people who understand the nuances of a good political discussion or the basic ideas behind economics, philosophy, and other topics that don’t involve vodka.”

“It would be my honor.”

And that how is a lost Jew in a French school came to live in Russia, residing in the royal palace of the Russian prince. Life was good for Pierre. He enjoyed the company of a powerful aristocrat, lived under his protection, and enjoyed his wealth and access to all kinds of leisure pursuits.

But Hashem was not going to let Pierre live out his life in the dark, thinking he was enjoying This World, when he was truly missing out on the greatest opportunity known to mankind — the chance to be a Jew, serving and connecting with the Master of the World.

One fateful day, Radzivil sent his royal messenger to summon his good friend to appear before him immediately.

“Thank you for coming so quickly, Pierre. I just woke up today and looked out my bedroom window. I feasted my eyes on the forests in the distance, the snow falling, the mountains in the background… It stirred a fire within my heart to do the one thing I enjoy most in this world…”

“So, you’re inviting me to go hunting with you?’

“Are you available?”

“You already know the answer.”