Over there, Koshchei sits languishing over gold…
He’ll be all the more withering—though he’s not a tsar, he’s much cooler. He’s a god… even if in retirement.
There’s Russian spirit, there’s the smell of Rus’…
For now it still smells—yet British filth has planned to wipe out Rus’, seize it, and turn it into a colony. Koshchei had to interfere—because that’s not right! But for this task a partner is needed. More precisely—a partner-woman. Preferably from another world. Ours.
And that’s how a woman from Moscow—Zhen’ka Volodina—ended up, though in a fairy-tale reality, but in a completely non-fairy-tale situation…
Of course, as it should be, the captive is in a hurry to be saved by a prince on a white horse—the royal son Yelisey. Only what will this turn into…
And you think the story went into a fairy tale?