During the mid-1300s, it was a cold and chilly winter in the woodlands of Eastern Europe. Kievan Rus' sat on a balcony atop her fortress, looking down at the dimly lighted villages and towns below. Her chilly and serious gaze then shifted to the Dnipro River, where commerce vessels exchange goods in the harbor. She maintained a commanding and authoritative posture.

"..."

She narrowed her eyes slightly before exhaling a loud sigh.