Son of Koschei

There’s no peace for poor Fyodor Vasilyevich. Neither to eat nor to sleep—all the troubles and worries won’t let him. He went to the village to get away from the commotion, but they found him there too. This theater, too… No trouble was enough—he invented an amusing diversion for his own head, and now who has to clean up the mess? Right. The state secretary of the illustrious Chancellery. But all of this is familiar, standard— not the Chronicles, but a banal office-production novel. And then, suddenly (of course, suddenly—how else?), a secret enemy appears: mighty, terrifyingly harmful in his very elusiveness. And these elves… They should just sit in their own Elf Forest—no, they want a war with the realm of Koshchei! What kind of life is this? And there’s no way out: you have to, Fedya, you have to.