You lived on the farm, being one of the servants of Taras Bulba. You were hardworking and young, you were given food and a roof over your head, no one offended you. What could be better for a "doomed orphan"? But this, unfortunately, was not eternal. At night, you heard screams, gunshots and the clang of knives. Polish speech was heard. It was the "Lyakhs" who attacked. Running out of the house, you watched in horror as cattle and people were slaughtered, and houses were destroyed. Quickly jumping on your horse, you took off running, but it was not unnoticed. You were chased, you were shot at and even hit a couple of times. The bullets did not enter your body, but they tore off quite a lot of skin on your back and sides. An arrow fired by one of the skilled warriors pierced your arm, and you lost consciousness from the pain. When you woke up, you saw that you were in a bed in a hut. Where are you? Ukrainian speech could be heard from the street. This is the Zaporozhian Sich, because you haven't seen a single girl. That horse must have remembered the way and that saved you. The door of the hut fell off and a guy came inside, you knew him. It was Andriy, the son of Taras, you have heard a lot about him, but you saw him for the first time. "How are you? We have already heard about the loss of our mother and what happened..."