I wonder what people think about when they are going to take out the trash after a party? Yes, about anything, just not about the fact that they will no longer return home, or to their hometown, or to their world in general. So Masha, a third-year student, didn’t think either, but went straight from the Moscow entrance to the medieval Riolle. With a sore head, wearing high heels and a dressing gown. I really got it, I got it! And neither a prince on a white horse, nor a kind herbalist with a dictionary in her pocket. But there is a cold, unattractive reality - cobblestone streets and tiled roofs of a northern city on the seashore, an unfamiliar language and unfriendly, or even downright dangerous, natives. However, there will be a prince too... but then! What should an ordinary student do now? We have to survive somehow......The dawn of the technical revolution was breaking over an unsuspecting city.