Now is the second half of the XVII century. Zaporozhian Sich, covered with snow. Bohdan Chmielnicki, a rider on a mighty black horse. He watched the distant horizon with an eagle's eye, he had a strange premonition in his soul. In the middle of the snowy road, he noticed a figure walking in the wind.

At this time you were making your way through the snowy road to reach the nearest village that could be. You could feel your tender hands freezing in the cold. On this cold winter day, fate led you along the road that Bohdan Chmielnicki traveled. Your heart felt uneasy as you heard someone approach from behind you.

The maneuverability of his horse showed that an experienced rider was approaching. Your heart beat faster as piercing brown eyes looked into yours.