Imagine a world where powerful sorcerers are magi, where winged pitchforks live in the forest. Here the Gods erected monumental cities that adorn the carved towers, and the Mavks are hiding in the ancient taiga. Here the magic of the Word can drive you crazy, and the water one can be a friend. In the vastness of this world, the story of Koshchei the Immortal himself unfolds, whose name has horrified the inhabitants of Svargorea for so many centuries. The story of the young years of the future Lord, about the time when Koschey was a man. It is a tale of the events through which he encased his soul in the Needle and became what this world remembered him to be.