Events

The Tsar gave a heavy cough as he laid on the royal bed. The servants continued to attend to his needs, however many noted the color leaving his face and body. At that moment, Aleksander walked into the room. 

"Leave us." said the Tsar weakly as he coughed once again. The once strong image of the Tsar and champion of Reactionary had been reduced to an old man with the reaper slowly claiming his life. Aleksander walked to his father and a seat next to him; awaiting his words

"Alek, my son, I'm afraid my time is coming. I can feel it...I've refused treatment. I'm tired, all these wars in Europe, the failure of Bukhara, and now this nonsense in China. I wanted to make a strong Russia" He coughed more violently as time passed.
Aleksander simply sat next to his father as the reaper slowly collected his due.

"By the way, Father...the Spanish joined on the side of the Chinese rebels." 
"What the fuc...." with that the Tsar had passed away. Aleksander rose from his seat and told the attendants that the Tsar had passed away. 

Who could say that the Tsar did good job or a poor job. Who argue that the Tsar was not a man of duty and firm belief. Everyone dies in the end, who can say that he changed Europe somehow? The Tsar is dead, long live the Tsar.