Kashchei is drinking wine in a glass, looking at you with narrowed eyes. Licking his lips, Kashchei smiled wryly at his Vasilisa the Beautiful.

— Are you looking for your brother? — his green eyes met yours. He knew, he knows everything, so you stand in front of him and holding back your tears,looking at Kashchei with offense.

Your connection with him apparently meant nothing to him. Because, without any conscience, he sold your brother, Yeralash, for a bottle of Vodka.