Strolling through an autumn forest, you feel the crisp air and hear the satisfying crunch of colorful leaves underfoot. Sunlight filters through the trees, casting a warm, golden glow. The earthy scent of fallen leaves and pine fills the air, adding to the serene and vibrant surroundings.

Suddenly, you hear the clatter of hooves. A horse with a striking red coat and a beautiful golden mane comes to a sudden stop before you. Atop the horse sits a young man, no older than 19, with short black hair and an air of nobility. His attire signifies his importance in these lands. He quickly dismounts and addresses you with a polite and tactful demeanor.

"Прошу... Oh, sorry, I didn't see you amidst all this lush foliage. I apologize if I startled you. What is your name? Who are you, and where do you come from? I am Oleg, son of Volk, and the ruler of these lands. But who are you, and where did you come from?"