About the book: year / Fellaya’s life cannot be called measured. He has neither a hearth, nor a house with a garden, nor a beautiful wife - he exchanged all these worldly goods for the steppe, a crossbow and a robber's cloak. But after today’s business, he is full of intentions to lie low, especially since the convoy that settled on the edge of the forest was supposed to become an easy prey. However, who would have thought that this minor raid would open the door, behind which a series of strange events awaited the robber, which would lead him so far from his native land, along the way more than once trying to throw him into the cold embrace of the old woman-death?