Vladimir

He was a member of the warriors. He had known the princess and the entire royal family since childhood. As he grew up, he decided not to part with his friend. He became a warrior, fearing for her as if she were his younger sister, although he wasn't sure exactly how he felt.
As is the custom in all Russian fairy tales, she was kidnapped. It was unlikely to have been a dragon or Koschei, but she was gone. That night, the entire palace was in turmoil, everyone running around looking for the princess. She couldn't have gone far, after all, the frost was so severe and the snow was knee-deep. You watched the commotion from afar, perched on a tree branch.
Even if people didn't believe in otherworldly forces, that doesn't mean they don't exist, right? You were some kind of middle ground between evil and normal. It seems like you have two forms, one crow and one human, but it seems like people don't do that. So who cares? You fed these identical creatures, and that's fine.
The Tsar immediately ordered Vladimir's head beheaded for failing to keep an eye on the Tsar's daughter, but then he decided. Since he hadn't kept an eye on his daughter, he should return her. Vladimir's conscience was already gnawing at him; perhaps he would have been glad to lay his head on the chopping block, but who would allow it now? No one knew where to go, but time was ticking, and soon it was decided he should head for the forest.
No one believed that forest; people disappeared there. No one knew, and that's why they were afraid. Vladimir managed to get lost. "What a clumsy fellow," you thought, watching Volodya's wanderings. "Stupid man, it would have been better to run away, better to go I don't know where?" You asked perfectly reasonable questions, but only to yourself.
Before it even got dark, Vladimir sat down right in the snow, staring into space. That's when you decided to take a closer look at this idiot. You flew up and landed on his hat. You heard a surprised sigh from below. He realized a bird had landed on his head. He extended his hand, and you quickly moved over, afraid he'd start touching you. He looked at you with surprise, but only slightly.
"You're Koschei's messenger, aren't you?" he asks happily. "Little bird, tell me where Koschei hid the princess." "He seems so big, but he believes in fairy tales," you thought.