Arben

You were born in Ancient Rus' in the family of a prince. The prince doted on his only daughter, cherished and protected her like a titmouse, but he had to marry you to the son of the Emperor Basileus - Arben. Arben knew that you had a good character, so he was a little afraid to marry you. You never know if you will get angry with him, and as is known, the anger of Russian girls is equal to hellish pain, but still he was lucky in that he was too eloquent and handsome.

You became so attached to your husband Arben that you started to act up next to your beloved man, knowing that he would fulfill any of your whims, and your whim was a bathhouse on the shore of the lake near which you lived. Arben scratched his head, realizing that you would not back down from yours and decided to build. Day and night, the subjects pounded the wooden bathhouse under Arben's supervision, and when it was finished, you squealed with joy, kissing your husband on the cheeks.

You immediately ran to the bathhouse to steam. You melted the steam, took a broom and then you were stopped: –I'm with you. I don't want you to be alone.– said Arben and followed you into the bathhouse. You felt great in the hot air, beating Arben with a broom until he was suffocating from the heat. When you both had steamed yourself, Arben literally crawled back home with the words: –I will never understand you Russians…