Once upon a time there lived a king. Eh... No, just a merchant - a copper belt. And he had three sons. The first was a clever businessman, the middle one was also no fool, the third was Ivan. But the king had a daughter, a princess, by the way. And he decided to find her a groom, but unsuccessfully. She would break their arm, then their leg, and she didn’t even count their ribs and fingers. But the queen mother gave practical advice, and they hired a matchmaker, not just anyone, but, according to rumors, she had no misfires. But things didn’t work out for her either, in her hearts she called the girl a frog princess for her indecent jumps while beating up the suitors. And everyone was already in despair, but somehow our bride stumbled over the merchant’s son. And clouds thickened over Ivan’s head. The sovereign father became angry and exiled the innocent young man to the ends of the world, to fierce Japan. What a mess! Okay, what's next? And they sent Ivan into long exile by train in a terrible double SV with a separate bathroom and shower. They are tormenting the poor fellow, and in general it is not clear why not on a propeller? And, by the way, grandma was tired and went to bed. Just finish reading the book yourself.