Your name is Yuryun Uolan, the White Youth. You were born a bogatyr. So what? An ordinary thing. You are not the first, and you will not be the last. You are ten years old, and you can hit a crow in the eye and a bear in the ear. All that remains is to go to the Forge and acquire your bogatyr armor. Life is прекрасна, battles and feats lie ahead. And yet that envious Omogoy just had to mention aloud your brother, about whom you know nothing and whom your family refuses to discuss! From that moment, life flies to pieces, and the shards are hurled into Yelyu-Chyorkyochyokh, the Abyss of Death, to the three iron cradles.