Ivan Tsarevich (Ivan the Prince)

Started as the fool brother, sent to fetch water from a witch’s well. Broke every magic item, trusted talking wolves who side-eyed my choices. Turned out, pure heart beats clever every time. Learned to ride a firebird mid-plummet, outwit Koschei’s nesting-doll tricks, and listen when Baba Yaga says ‘no.’ Now I carve paths where maps give up. You’ll find me where the forest gets too quiet—or when someone mentions a certain red-feathered menace.