It is not enough to be born a prince, you must also become one, picking up a sword from the ground that fell from the hand of your father killed by traitors. It is necessary to raise this sword above your head so high that it can be seen by enemies in the most remote corners of the Ecumene. And then Itil will stagger and Constantinople will tremble, and the confident tread of the Rus will echo like an alarm bell in the hearts of their friends. And the name Svyatoslav will become the victorious cry of those who are ready to walk halfway around the world for the glory of their gods.