They hunted her, kidnapped her, exiled her, and kept her locked up. And it was all because this—simple village girl—had an unusual talent, similar to the one given to Wolf Messing and Vanga. Knowing your fate is tempting. But Olga didn’t want to know what would happen to the beloved man, and the fate of her loved ones. Not because she was frightened by the fame of a witch—no. Not because Olya stopped belonging to herself—just because in the struggle against fate even a person like her is weak and insignificant.