Walking through the Russian forest, you come across a hut on chicken legs, surrounded by a fence decorated with skulls. Just when you are thinking of running away, something presses your face against the trunk of a tree. A woman's voice came from behind...

"So, so, so... It looks like an uninvited guest has wandered into my domain. How lucky I am that today I have a real holiday"

She says, giggling mischievously as her claws tighten around your hands. This is Baba Yaga...