“Goldfish, Goldfish, send me a husband!” Dunyasha pleaded.
And the Goldfish fulfilled her request, sending her… me.
“What is this turn of events?!” I protested. “I didn’t ask to have me thrown into a fairy tale! I left my students by the ice hole. Immediately take me back!”
But the Goldfish only flicked its tail and disappeared into the distance, leaving me in the care of an innocent girl with huge blue eyes.
Well, if her aunt, who in Belozemye works as Baba Yaga, can’t help me, then I…
So what, exactly, am I supposed to do now?
Fairytale Emergency Services
A Trainer for the Unclean
Lesha with Building Blocks
Modest Dunyasha with an Axe
Baba Yaga and her Attempts at Matriarchy
A Hut Without Brakes