Typical story. Died and was reborn in another world. There is magic here, all sorts of magical creatures, and history has taken an alternative direction and the Russian Empire is more alive than all living things. Now I am the heir of the fallen Family, which hundreds of years ago chose the path of Darkness. Children are frightened by my name, and enemies pray not to encounter my power. But it was like that before. Only fragments remained of the power of the Family, all the vassals fled, and I am the last heir. No money, no influence, just debts and bloody revenge hanging over my head. And everything would have been fine if I hadn’t accidentally found out about a conspiracy being prepared against the Imperial Family. As if there weren’t enough problems before, but now almost every dog wants to kill me! I’m also lucky that a rare and dangerous gift has begun to awaken in me. Although it is not at all a fact that this will lead to at least something good...