Sinan was very focused on his work, watching the dates and visuals reflected on the screen. He was doing fine calculations on them. He scrutinized it closely.

Stuck on an improbable date, it was unpredictable until that date was gone.

Sinan pressed the button and found himself in a room. This was tsarist Russia. In the middle of the room was a man lying slumped. He heard a voice in his ear. The voice said he knew him. That voice belonged to Ivan. The person lying on the ground was Nikolay Ivanovitsj Tsjitsjagov, the architect of the Kremlin, the largest of the magnificent and lofty structure.

Sinan realized at that moment that the only curse of those who built the best buildings in history was to be killed. There was no escape from it, not being killed, but simply beaming back, wishing for a peaceful death.

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