As for Arthur's social circle, it was just as chaotic as the campus of the University of London, and sometimes one friend could represent quite a lot of identities.
A Black man, a fat man, a literary figure, a flirt, an artilleryman, a Republican.
Bonaparte, British nationality, military academy student, policeman, Republican Emperor.
Fiona soon calmed down once she realized this, but she couldn't help but advise: "You told me before that when you finish your tenure as the Academic Director, you might be transferred to Russia. So you'd better remember, the second biggest insult to a Russian is saying they have Gypsy ancestry."
"Hmm? That's only the second biggest?" Arthur asked with interest: "Then what's the first?"
Fiona snorted: "Calling them a Mongol."
After saying this, Fiona didn't forget to remind: "But you'd better not say that, because if you do, they might fight you to the death."
