It all started with the fact that you need to go for poison, but your mother won’t let you. And arrows need poison. But mom is against it. And there it’s like the whole barracks needs it, but mom gets angry. Who made mom more important than the commander-in-chief of the long-eared troops? What does this mother allow herself to do? There are different classifications of elves in the book: steppe and forest. There is a certain werewolf who talks a lot. A fan of telling his story as the caravan moves. There is a big-eared prince who inseminates his courtiers, and the father needs him to inseminate the female of a noble elf, with whom they agreed a long time ago on the mutual insemination of offspring to preserve the family tree. And so the steppe and the forest met. A major of royal blood, who has just received a gelding as a birthday gift, by the will of fate, meets a steppe elf, the same one whom his mother did not let go. Only now the steppe man became a slave, put on a yellow vest, took a broom and went to clean the stable. This is the kind of career growth that is absolutely vital.