What kind of fables do people invent about the evil and terrible Baba Yaga! Although in reality I’m not scary at all, not at all evil, and I don’t feed on good fellows, preferring to use the services of a self-assembled tablecloth. Of course, a lonely pretty girl who decides to settle in a dense forest must be prepared for anything. But magic copes with most of my difficulties, the cat helps with the rest, and I can always heat up bad people who want to covet my goods with a cast-iron frying pan. One problem is that no one comes to visit Baba Yaga. And it’s not easy for her to find a betrothed. But if you take a magic mirror on a dark, moonless night and tell your fortune, then who knows what will come of it...