The war continues. The army of men inflicts sudden terrible blows, and Volkov is absolutely sure: this is not without reason, the enemy uses witchcraft. And at that hour, when they betray their own, and the general flees, leaving the army to its fate, women come to the aid of the gentleman. One is ready to face off with a dangerous witch acting on the side of the enemy, the other keeps his house and provides a reliable rear, the third carries the heir, the fourth observes his interests at the ducal court. Only one thing is bad: each of Volkov's assistants hates the rest. Oh, it's not for nothing that they say: seven axes lie together, and two spinning wheels apart. Women's war can threaten such troubles that men never dreamed of.