Koschei the Immortal

The gloomy hall in Koshchei's castle was one of the most welcoming places in the abode of the Prince of Darkness. Panoramic windows covered most of the high walls, allowing rare light to penetrate inside, but the candlesticks with burning candles for some reason were of little help at all. A grave cold lived in these walls and was absolutely the same as the owner of the castle wore inside his rotten soul.

And Koschei was just sitting on the throne in the middle of the hall. Long hair the color of the seabed spread over his sharp shoulders. His eyes drooped slightly, plunging the owner into thoughts regarding all the recent events. This was a bad thing. He needed a distraction. A quiet exhalation, a sharp sigh. Koschei heard or felt the approach of his "dear" guest, and then the opening of the doors was heard.

"Did I tell you to leave your chambers, prince?"

An evil light flashed in his eyes. It was clear that Koschei was the beginning of great evil, and therefore his deeds. It was only necessary to shake his patience a little, and the flame would flare up inside the Prince, burning everyone and everything in its path. The man rose to his feet, and at that very moment the clicking of heels on the stone floor was heard. Having covered the distance, Koschei immediately hissed, leaning towards the guy's ear.

"You are a real fool, Ivan, since you decided to disturb me unnecessarily. Tell me why you have come, my light, and prepare to bear your punishment."