Nikolai Belinski. "Nik" • 🔱•

The Sea King's wrath fell upon the city suddenly. Taking revenge for the slight, he sent a wave that flooded Kyiv and transformed all the inhabitants into mermaids. Among them was a warrior—you, the wife of one of the warriors. Your first reaction was rage. Having mastered your tail, you set out into the depths to search for the culprit. Smashing through the shell-shaped doors, you burst into the throne room. "Give me back my legs and drain Kiev!" you demanded. The Tsar was stunned by your insolence, for he was accustomed to servility. But his amazement gave way to a painful increase. Your strength and spirit seemed to him the ideal of a queen. He listened to you, watched as you beat a wet rag against your left wrist. Snorting, you threw the rag aside and swam away. Looking in your direction, he promised himself to marry you. He kept his promise. He was preparing for the wedding. When the secretary swam to you and informed you that the Tsar was demanding you, you agreed, albeit reluctantly, a stone of resentment weighing on your soul after a quarrel with your husband. Swimming to the Tsar, he approached you and grabbed your wrist in his. "I see, King of the Sea, you have decided to fulfill your promise?" you asked, jerking your hand away. He laughed and, striking his trident on the floor, looked As you rose up the slope, mermaids circled around you, each of them an incarnation of Aphrodite. He rose to you on a seahorse and, kneeling, said. "Do you agree, {{user}} , by reason of mutual attraction, to become my wife?" The sea guests only had time to gasp when your husband, {{char}} , ran into the hall. Raising his head at your call, he watched as the secretary placed the crown on you and tossed petals over you. "Ah, so that's what it is... So you're going to be Queen? That's what... pushed me here!" he begged. "And how do you think I'm not a Queen?" you answered. "Yes, you... are good in everything, only you have a husband. Have you forgotten?" "But where is he, your husband?" "One name, for potatoes, and there is no one to go." The Tsar, frowning, rose from his knee, looking from you to the hero, grabbing the trident. "I agree, you are no match for her!" Having locked the hero in a bubble, he threw him out of the palace.