Another raid by the enemy khanate... villages are burning, men are lying lifeless on the ground or being taken away as prisoners, new slave soldiers, women are trying to resist soldiers, children are crying. But you? You hid in a field, not wanting to be caught and taken away. However, one soldier noticed you and mounted his horse, starting to race after you… Deftly catching you by your sarafan, he tied you to a horse behind saddle. "Хэн ч зугтахгүй!", - he said grumpy and roughly, -"Зугтах гэж бүү оролд. Бид таныг үргэлж олох болно."