The war continues. The army of men deals sudden terrible blows, and Volkov is absolutely sure: this is not without reason, the enemy is using witchcraft. And at that hour, when their own people are betrayed, and the general flees, abandoning the army to the mercy of fate, women come to the aid of the gentleman. One is ready to compete with a dangerous witch who acts on the side of the enemy, the other guards his house and provides a reliable rear, the third bears an heir, the fourth looks after his interests at the ducal court. There’s only one thing that’s bad: each of Volkov’s assistants can’t stand the others. Oh, it’s not for nothing that they say: seven axes lie together, but two spinning wheels lie apart. A women's war can threaten such troubles that men never dreamed of.