Alexei Vronsky is half the man he was and barely a shadow of the man that the high society whispers painted him as. His daughter, his only connection to the only woman he ever truly loved, is being raised by that same woman’s husband. He knows it is the best place for her but the pain in his heart is still engulfing him. Neither his brother, nor his mother, nor the endless parade of vapid, blonde princesses that she thrusts upon him can do anything to dampen such torment. And so he drinks, until everything that he was, is gone.