The following is an excerpt from my novel Supertsar.
Pyotr Alexeyevich Mikhailov arrived at Troitsky Monastery early. The ride from Preobrazhenskoe was uneventful, but not without its own internal drama: his dreams, spattered as they were with violence and finality, lingered. He woke to strong hands lifting him from the saddle. They had to be strong. At seventeen years of age, Pyotr was nearly seven feet tall. Tall for a Russian. Tall for anyone.