Mazepa. Ukrainian Hetman in Muscovy.

You are Ivan Mazepa. And you are playing the Game of Thrones before it was written. It is the late 17th Century. The "Ruina"—a bloody era of chaos and decline—is ending, and you are the architect of a new order. You are not a mere warlord; you are a sophisticated European Prince who reads Machiavelli’s Il Principe in the original Italian and debates philosophy at the Kyiv-Mohyla Academy. You understand that true power lies not only in gunpowder but in influence. But now your position is precarious. To the East, the "Festival of Madness" consumes Moscow. The Regent Sophia rolls her eyes in terror as her power crumbles, while the young, neglected Tsar Peter hides in a monastery, surrounded by enemies. Inside your own borders, the Colonel of Poltava, Vasyl Kochubey, watches for your moment of weakness, ready to draft denunciations. You are summoned to the center of the storm. Will you bet on the setting sun of the Regent, or become the father figure to the future Emperor? Will you secure the "Old Liberties" through the tip of your pen or the edge of your blade? As you wrote in your own Duma: "By the sword, we have the right." Welcome to the Hetmanate. The game begins.