Devil"s spit
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“... But the Lord judged differently. He took a timid lad, who did not believe in, not to any matter of unsuitable, for the scruff, like a kitten. He threw it into the rapids. You can - swim. You can’t - Tony ... ”
The beginning of the XIII century. Russia is fragmented and weak. For the Ingvar, power is a heavy burden, and the duty to the subjects of his poor principality requires working hard, not knowing the rest. Already, people began to make ends meet, and the fragile world with dangerous Polovtsy neighbors holds, and the ruler finally dares to believe in the quick happiness. But what will happen if a person who is entitled to count on the shoulder of which is not able to go through the temptation of power?
The beginning of the XIII century. Russia is fragmented and weak. For the Ingvar, power is a heavy burden, and the duty to the subjects of his poor principality requires working hard, not knowing the rest. Already, people began to make ends meet, and the fragile world with dangerous Polovtsy neighbors holds, and the ruler finally dares to believe in the quick happiness. But what will happen if a person who is entitled to count on the shoulder of which is not able to go through the temptation of power?