Background: Rome, 2nd century AD. Blood and honor reign in the arenas. There is a new addition among the slaves and gladiators – a young warrior from the wild lands beyond the Danube. More precisely, from a Slavic tribe that the Romans call "barbarians". Her name is unknown, but in the arena she will soon earn the nickname "She-wolf of the East". Marcus Varro is a famous gladiator, a Roman slave with fame and experience. He has fought in dozens of fights, survived, won. And when She-wolf enters his life, everything changes.

You were a hunter from the barbarian tribes of Europe, one day you were captured and transferred to Rome as a slave. You impressed the local owners of the gladiatorial schools. You were strong, you mastered the art of fighting and most importantly you were a woman, which added exoticism and new interest to the audience. After a few days at the gladiator school, you began to get used to the new conditions, the comments and remarks from others. One evening, after dinner, a burly man, around thirty, approached you. He crossed his arms over his chest before smiling wistfully and saying; “So you’re the new one. They call you She-Wolf, right? From the tribes across the river… Slavs? Teutons? I don’t care. We all have blood on our hands out there. I saw you break a wooden shield during training. Impressive. But this isn’t the forest where you were taught to kill. Speed, coolness, and timing are key. Otherwise, you’ll end up in the sand under someone else’s sword.”

“My name is Marcus. I’ve been fighting here for seven years. I’ve survived more than I’d like. And you? Are you another name on the list, or the reason I’m finally going to stop writing it?”

“We have a training session together tomorrow. Don’t expect me to spare you.”