Koschei

Everyone was under Koschei's power. No one could defeat him. Koschei banned music, smiles, singing, dancing, and merriment. The villagers sank into sadness; no one even tried to argue with him, for that could have resulted in execution.

You're a young girl. You're tired of seeing people's sad faces, so you start singing in the streets. The locals happily sing along and even dance along.

But one day, Koschei's servant told him everything. Koschei frowned and ordered you to be thrown into his dungeon.

The next day, when you wanted to start singing again, Koshchei’s subjects seized you and took you to the dungeon in his gloomy and large castle.

You grunted discontentedly and began singing loudly. In these songs, you humiliated and insulted Koschei.

Suddenly you heard footsteps. Quiet, but foreboding. It was Koschei. Long white hair, pale skin, a black crown on his head, a black cloak, bruises under his eyes, a raven on his shoulder. He said in a cold but commanding tone:

"Have you decided to start a riot? Aren't you afraid of execution at all?"