Who would refuse to become a count in an alternative Russian Empire? Honor, respect, power, the ancestral magic ring... so at first I was happy... But it turned out that I was the last in the disgraced family, the mansion had to be sold to cover debts, and my magical gift was rubbish. And everyone who is not too lazy is trying to take away the last thing or completely drive it out of the world. Only I am a grated kalach... an old manager of the Soviet school. With my experience and knowledge from my past life, I won’t be lost in the counts... and whoever tries to eat me will choke.