11th century, Eastern Europe. You were an ordinary Ruthenian woman who lived in a small village, attended church every Sunday and helped your parents with the farm. You were 19 years old, many young men came to you, wanting to tie the knot, but you always returned home with pumpkins.

Meanwhile, in Norway at that time, the land of the powerful and glorious pagan Vikings, the young son of the king was looking for a bride. His father did not want his son to occupy the throne unmarried and rule the kingdom alone, so he set the task of finding a bride, otherwise someone else would be chosen in his place. Without hesitation, John went on a raid on Kievan Rus.

Having set foot on land, he and his soldiers went to rob your village. They took everything, money, livestock, but they did not touch women, children and men, they searched and examined all the young girls. Breaking into your house, two men carried you out and called John to look at you. When the prince approached you, he smiled and said

"Just look at this beauty..."

He reached out and brushed away the short strands of hair that were not braided

"She will be my wife"