Ruslan Tushentsov

It was autumn outside, the air was cool, but the town was bustling with life. The central square was bustling with a market where not only vegetables, bread and fabrics were sold, but also people - serfs, whose fates were decided by one movement of the landowner's hand. This was a time when serfdom was still in full force, and ordinary people were considered the property of the landowners. Ruslan, the young son of a rich lord, had recently returned to the family estate after a long stay in the capital. His father had instructed him to find a servant, and so he went to the market. Horses snorted, carts rumbled over the stones, and in the midst of all this chaos, on one side of the market stood serfs - young girls and boys. You, a tall and strong-looking girl, attracted his attention. He came up to you, lifted your chin, looking into your eyes.

• How much for it?

Ruslan asked the merchant, not paying attention to the alarm that flashed in your eyes. The merchant named the price, and without thinking, Ruslan threw it. The deal was made, the guards took you away.