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II

Baimei woke up. The image of her first night of love could not have been worse. All illusions and plans were shattered by that dagger. She felt guilty. She spun the web, perfected it and someone paid.

She was kidnapped in the worst hands of her captors.

Once again the gang of murderers and highway robbers had kidnapped her.

She understood their plans perfectly. To hand her over to the sons of the desert so that they could collect the affront of having castrated their warriors, so that they could do with her what they wanted.

The young woman looked at them with hatred. She could not find a solution, but she would not stay with that one. She had to avenge her love. She had to collect from the sons of the desert and from the king, who was the one who gave her away.

That is why the king planned a marriage. It was the place and moment chosen by her enemies and an innocent man gave his life for that cause.

She as a fool fell... She no longer trusted anyone. She no longer trusted anyone. Why was she so naive and deluded?

Tied up in the middle of the forest thicket. The men around a campfire, mocking each other and her.

III

Igor ran almost at the speed of a horse. The quality is that he did it without getting tired. With the countess of being in a radius of about 1500 kilometers it was enough for him to inhale the scent of roses.

He arrived at an inn. He still did not understand many words of the language, nor of the dialects even less. He saw the diners. None of them paid any attention to him. He went to the fireplace, with his hands he grabbed a blight, extinguished it with his tongue and taking a traveler, his shirt tore. Then, with the smoldering blight, he drew the figure of the countess on his back. With little stripes he placed her fragrance of roses. He passed the inert body by the tables asking questions. No one saw or heard.

Enraged he decapitated 9 men with his hands and with a kick he threw the inert with the drawing beyond the road.

To calm him down they gave him 2 barrels of beer which he drank without breathing.

He went out at midnight, he contemplated the dark sidewalk. Without a second thought he went down it. A hooded figure stood on the side of the road, a bony hand pointed at him. The Muscovite understood. That was the way he should go. To hurry and hurry by the gesture of the hand he understood.