Instead of a theatrical career, work as Baba-Yaga in the Thrice-Ninth Kingdom. A cottage, a capricious self-replenishing tablecloth, colorful neighbors—and even the appearance of an old woman to go with it. Koshchei the Immortal orders me to accept it and submit to my fate. He’s fine—after all, he himself chose brides, but left me in the forest to while away the time. But I won’t agree! Your Dark Majesty, I’ll arrange for you such a matchmaking that you’ll never forget it! Baba-Yaga vs.!