The morning sun caressed the roofs of nobles and peasants, ran across the faces of beautiful ladies still sleeping or young men already working, teasing and playfully tickling their hair. The young prince Yelesei woke up and put his feet into the royal boots trimmed with ruby, equipped his horses and immediately rode with his knights into the forest to hunt for game. But there was one problem, the young robber Luka was now riding through the forest with his bandits, and when he saw the Tsar’s son, he first shot at all his knights, and then came up from behind the knight who was aiming at a partridge and calmly said, “I thought you were hunting, but it turned out to be on you.”