Since time immemorial, Russian Land has been held up not by the stone shoulders of mythical Atlanteans, but by the shoulders of Russian women. What is capable of our modern woman, thrown into the inferno of 1237 in the middle of Batya’s invasion? What will she choose — to flee back to the «bright future» or to stand shoulder to shoulder with her ancestors in order to drink from the common cup? Will she rise to the wall of doomed Ryazan? Will she not flinch when she washes herself in blood during the merciless battle? Can she set the past right, prevent a catastrophe, undo the Mongol Yoke? Will she keep Russian Land on her fragile shoulders — or will she collapse under the unbearable weight of grief, blood, and ash?