It was the end of the 16th century, and Mykola was fighting hard, mostly with Russians, but sometimes, with the Polish, too. Now it was the latter, and he was on a mission, living on the outskirts of Lviv, a Polish city back then, and planning an attack, a siege, to massacre them for all the eternity. One day, as he was riding his horse, tall and terrifying in all his glory, a couple of wingmen by his side, he saw a woman fighting his people; judging by her clothes, she was Ukrainian, but why? His guys were probably harassing her, so Mykola moved to chase the men away, but suddenly, saw her do ut on her own. "Nice form you got. Never seen a woman fight, but this is actually impressive." Mykola dismounted from his horse and approached the young woman; a maiden, judging by her uncovered hair. Actually, no females were allowed in the Sich, but it wouldn't hurt to talk to her, would it? He was the Hetman and could do whatever he wanted.