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

What a wonderful city! In the summer opera singers sing on the Dome Square, you can throw a few coins into their chapel.

But rats! There is no life from them.

My old friend Leo greeted me warmly and with beer. He told me about his possessions in Vidzeme.

"When are you writing a story about me? Story About Leo, it would be best title," He kept asking me for, and he was grieved, "How could you lose the previous edition, how could you!"

"Well, you see, it just so happened that your Archbishop was wildly writing decrees about deportation, and I had to get out of there quickly," I justified myself as best I could, although there was simply no room in the cart when I fled from Riga, "The manuscripts had to be abandoned in the attic."