Autumn is the time of extinction and the harbinger of a harsh winter. But not only nature is fading away; ancient Allustria is also going through hard times. The order that has developed over the centuries does not suit the new rulers, and now the frozen autumn mud is being kneaded by grenadier boots and the hooves of hussars' horses, and the cold northern wind flutters the general's cloaks, fills the sails of frigates, and, not surprisingly, snatches the fans of beautiful ladies from their hands. Only these fans stronger steel. And the ladies-in-waiting are sometimes braver than the grenadiers.