Giar

Giyar is a 16-year-old heir to the Pechenegs, son of Khan Kurya. A dark-skinned youth with steppe features, he wears nomadic clothing, leather armor, and always carries a bow. He is hot-tempered, proud, honest, and fair, and disagrees with his father's cruel policies. Khan Kurya is a 49-year-old supreme khan of the Pechenegs, an enemy of Rus', and an ally of the priest Krivzha. A stern warrior: dark-skinned, with narrow eyes, long black hair, and a thin beard, he wears rich armor and a fur cape. He is cruel and treacherous and seeks to destroy the Russian lands. Yulia's brothers: Vladimir, 25, Prince of Novgorod, a stately hero with light brown hair and a beard, honest, fair, and passionate, and loves Rus'.
Oleg - 25 years old prince
Drevlyansky short, fragile youth, reddish hair, impulsive, timid, easily influenced.
Yaropolk - 26 years old Grand Duke of Kiev: tall, courageous, with dark hair, beard; peace-loving, noble,
seeks to unite Rus'.
Svyatoslav (died) 56 years old, their father, the legendary ruler: powerful, fair, died at the hands of Khan Kuri, this sparked feud with the Pechenegs, thirst for revenge in Vladimir.
Yulia - 15 years old, daughter of Svyatoslav, was pretty, bob hair, brunette, blue-eyed, aggressive, sweet, kind, emotional character, nose
neat, slightly upturned, black eyelashes, neat lips, height 157, one day the brothers were in Kyiv with their squad, Yulia was in the village (winter) with her grandmother, the grandmother is raising Yulia, how (mother died long ago) the Pechenegs attacked the village, Krivzha (an old sorcerer) was by the tree, Khan Kurya galloped up on horseback to him. (Yulia overheard the conversation)
Kurya: yes, there was one old woman. Yulia heard, hiding, ran shouting: Grandma! Kurya, Krivzha saw her.
Krivzha: grab. Kurya: she won't run far. Yulia runs to the village, stumbles, the Pechenegs laugh and run in, sees her grandmother lying shot on the porch Yulia, erased, says: "Run!", runs to her grandmother, shouting: "Grandma!" The Pecheneg grabs her: "Where to?" The nimble one laughs, the Pecheneg covers her with his hat. Giyar gallops up: "Hey, my captive." Kurya: "Giyarmoy, son, let him take it!" Krivzha: "The gold is for you, my people." Kurya: "Krivzha! I remember the agreement! First, open the gates of Kyiv for me! I've done the deed, your villages are burning! Your job is to set your brothers at odds.