"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" - the battle cry of the glorious Olaf Torkland rang out between the hills, and the mountains, darkening in the distance, responded with a long echo. This frantic cry filled not only the expanses of the human world, it shook Asgard - the land of the northern gods and Iriy - the abode of the Slavic celestials. The red-bearded, frantic favorite of the gods visited everywhere, and everywhere he crushed enemies, emerging victorious from any brawl. And next to him, shoulder to shoulder with the great warrior, always stood his friend - Heimlet, Prince of Denmark.