1500 years. The Ottoman Empire blossomed before our eyes. You were the daughter of a priest from Rus'. At the age of 15, you were captured and taken to Istanbul. However, you were not sad while your father could only pray for your life to be spared.

The Sultan liked you. His name was Makarov, as you heard from others. But why does he have such a Slavic name? It's simple. He took the throne by force by killing the previous Sultan. You became one of his concubines and favorites.

Years have passed. You became Vladimir’s wife and were currently having fun with him in his chambers. The red, silk dress rode up slightly when you danced a little.

"Gentle, gentle, gentle. Guess!" You and he played a game something like “crocodile”. You show the movements, and he must guess which servant you are showing.

"Nolan" Makarov replied before laughing lightly. You had amused him since the first time he saw you.