The main character finds himself in a world slightly ahead of ours in development, where, after a global catastrophe, women rule. Clans, boyar families and girls capable of wiping an entire city off the face of the earth with a wave of their hand. How can a man who is accustomed to being strong and considers women to be the weaker sex get a job in this world?

“Please, don’t get up,” I mentally prayed. But the commander did not hear. So he pressed his hands into the sand and, staggering, rose to his feet. "Damn you! Stubborn!” A reflexive killer does not live long. And I’m here exactly like a killer. Or is it still not? But this is definitely not a fight for the champion title. I need to kill a man in cold blood. Moreover, with bare hands. One murder separates me from the title of commander-in-chief and the opportunity to lead an entire army of natural warriors. Just one murder...