According to worthy sources, written and unwritten, in times when the thirst for land of invaders was hard to contain, when the people fell enslaved by their venomous tongues and desolate hearts, in the wild lands near Isnovat, a shepherd found a resting place.

The pure air, the scent of fresh grass, the life pulsating in that soil created a sacred connection that made him stay. And people came, and the village flourished. The peasants lived a simple life.

Many elderly, worn out by time, had faded away, but the history here also sheltered two sons of the shepherd. One inherited, with love, his father’s occupation, while the other – devout, vigilant, and swift, on a horse always in foam, in the whirlwind of the wind, with the bow tight in the warm vault of his palm – guarded the settlement.

It was a solemn and morning ritual for him to pierce the stillness of dawn while mounted, to awaken the people, the blessed hills, and the tireless sun. As a reward, he circled the vineyards tended by young vines, drinking the red and healing elixir, squeezed with his tender fist.

The peace of the village was soon to be cut short, fallen under the axe of the oppressors.

One morning, the bell rang, spreading terror. Suffering approached. The air thickened and turned grey. The lands were scorched. Pain spread and penetrated the tired and frightened bodies of the Moldavians, without mercy.

It was a fierce and bloody storm. The silence that had settled after the horde left dominated over the village.

A movement stirred. Bloodied and wounded, defying the end, Kabi – the brave horse, remained the sole master over the land.

Then the reign over the land belonged to Stephen the Great, who, upon hearing of this cruelty, punished the enemies and announced, through a document, that these lands would be ruled by some of his soldiers, who with faith and courage would make them prosper.

Life continued to flow into history. The settlement was named Băcioi, because the shepherd was the one who sowed life in the land, and the shepherd was a descendant of his. Kabi had been found on the hills, in the vineyards, by the soldiers. Often, during the toasting with wine glasses, they praised the horse Kabi and the archer. All vineyards were tied to their history. Thus, KABIVIN was born, symbolized by the horseback archer on a powerful warhorse.