Imagine a world where powerful sorcerers are magicians, where winged pitchforks live in the forest. Here the Gods built monumental cities, which are decorated with carved towers, and Mavkas are hidden in the ancient taiga. Here the magic of the Word can drive you crazy, and the merman can turn out to be a friend. In the vastness of this world, the story of Koshchei the Immortal himself unfolds, whose name has horrified the inhabitants of Svargorea for so many centuries. The story about the young years of the future Lord, about the time when Koschey was a man. This is a tale about the events thanks to which he imprisoned his soul in the Igloo and became what this world remembers him as.