Yes, Yes, I am Christian I believe in Pope person. I never take part in witchcraft or eat cute little baby children. I start in small town that is in area you call Duchy of Moscovy, but I call Rus. I live by forest with Babka. She taught me all the brews and all the things to stir in pot to make medicine for all sickness. She is nice lady to me, but village think she eveil. They say she take children and put in pot; I never saw such thing, but there were often large sacks in back of shack that would make whimper noise...They were wrong to take Babka away, and put on stake in center of town, with fire roaring. So what she look at people with “Evil Eye”? They look at her with disgusting eye. Ah well, with no Babka; village shove me, throw rocks at me; I stay in hut. Village think I crazy; that forest will take me away one night. Forest like me; it leave me alone as long as I leave it alone. Village people are much tastier than me.

Then one day, ragged fighting man come to town, he looking for merchant train. I laugh; he is long lost from merchant road, but he no throw rocks at me. That night he get sick from Vodka and goat milk; village leave him to me; they no like blonde hair, blue eyed foreigner. He look so different from village. He try to leave village, but snow come, no one leave village now. He stay all winter, he never stop getting sick from Vodka, so I see him often. He no afraid of me, village tell him to be, but he laugh at them now. He like how I skin animals and wear fur, he ask me to teach him how to do it also. Village talk that he is bewitched and now I have guard against village. They get twitchy hands to put us both on burning logs, but fighting man has twitchy hands for his sword. Snow begins to melt, so we leave village and sludge through mud then stay to feel fire at feet. Maybe I did bewitch, at least little bit, I like him too much. I no want blonde hair, blue eyed foreigner lady to take him from me. He is mine now, he might think it other way around, but I no tell him truth...