A comrade, knight! Oh…this is you – tourist. I, the king Stefan Batory, rex Poloniae, have to look for my soldier, who has somewhere got lost in this bushes…Infantry chosen one!
He comes from here, from Checiny, because I do not know you know, but this army of mine is organised among royal farmers! This is good, wonderful soldier, while battle of Płock he was such efficient, that I even though give him a coat of arms… I was a beautiful times, the great Russian princes bowed me down, pops gifted me with presents… Oh! What a wonderful memories of the walls of Pskowo, the orthodox church towers adorned with gold… Dear tourist – help me to find my soldier – I think he might be hidden somewhere higher!
