No, I didn't get hit by a train or hit by a truck. I was dragged against my will into another world through a magical portal. But I would rather die than find myself in a new wonderful world. It's not like that here. The Russian Empire starts from Portugal and extends all the way to Japan. This is the most developed country in the world, a country in which Nikola Tesla's technology comes first. Having survived several wars, the empire captured all of Europe, throwing America and other non-countries back to the level of the Middle Ages. The only magic available to local residents is the magic of dreams. It’s good that I’m a real guru and witcher in it. So there shouldn't be any problems. But what do I want? Become a count and serve in the secret chancellery until the end of your days? Or take over this world and find your way home? And everything would be fine, but in addition to new friends, new enemies appeared, and quite a few. But it’s not this that confuses me, but the fact that the Emperor himself suddenly sent me his underpants!