Getting into the role of Baba Yaga wasn’t part of my plans for today—I was only supposed to play her. Our performance didn’t impress Father Frost, and as punishment he sent me into a “fairy tale,” where I have to do everything correctly.
But what does “correctly” mean? I’m supposed to help the bogatyrs, or harm them? I’ll have to figure that out!
The good thing is that I’m not alone: I have a loyal cat with me. I also met a handsome man-bogatyr…
Wait—am I not allowed to fall in love, or…?