Andrey_Ck

The beginning of the XVI century. The warrior in the Astrakhan Khanate (his father's fame urged him to become a warrior) is gathering a troop to engage with the Moscow tsar in the war against Lithuania. There are views of the Volga river. There is a lot of authentic national music (Astrakhan, Kazan, Moscow). There are many kinds of authentic weapons and clothes.

Warrior Valentin

"My regards honored Kasim!" Irenji-Neamat said when he entered the office of the chief of Kazan police. "I'm about one black-haired miss. Let's let her go, okay?"

"Are you talking about Irene? She behaves well, let her sit on," wearily answered Kasim looking through the petition letters. "Trust me, it's better if everyone forgets about her."

"With all due respect, imagine that you are sitting in cell, you don't know when they will let you out and if they will let you out at all."

"I have such a position, if I fall, they won't leave me alive," Kasim grinned.

"Do you know what? Take her, just promise me that you will get out of our khanate far away," Kasim suddenly changed his mind. "If accidentally they find out in Istanbul that she is 'resting' here with me ... Give my respects to your father, I am indebted to him."

Ulu escorted Irene to the chamber. Disheveled Irene, with a shock of greasy long ago unwashed hair, without saying a word were looking at the floor.

"Well, miss Irene," Kasim got up from the table and walked in front of her. "Won't you do that again?"

Irene nodded her head vigorously in agreement.

Kasim waved his hand, "You can go free."

Irenji-Neamat, Kasim, Irene, everyone is tired