The border between worlds stood for hundreds of years and one day it fell. A great battle broke out, in which the Russian people were defeated. Reality now hangs on by a thin thread, breaks off, and disappears into the utter darkness of evil spirits and the enemies for fun. Well. Where swords fall, there is always a place for cunning. And where cunning cannot save you, charm and will are stronger than a damask sword. So Olga, the governor’s daughter, thought as she set out on the road, and little did she know how that path would turn out, and that she would meet not only miracle monsters and flying serpents, and Koshchei the Immortal himself, or even worse.

Author’s notes: Slavic fantasy (it still doesn’t exist in genres) The universe is the same as in “The Tale of Vlad the Raven,” but the novel is a separate work that can be read regardless of the cycle about Koshchei the Immortal.