Our glorious hero continues to work hard (and other parts of the body) so as not to work. Dreaming of living like an Arab sheikh, and not his beloved camel, which everyone tries to climb on. It would seem that there are no obstacles, sign here, here and here again, hold the pickaxe and move forward. There is a quarry with marble, there is a site for a palace, dear future sheikh, begin its construction, and for now we will rest in the shadow of your greatness. Our hero continues to settle down in Pekla. Discovering the joy of communicating with the fair sex, your new powers and the intricate traditions of this world. And the further he moves along the chosen path, the more clearly he understands that they will bury him before his enemies, intrigues and intrigues combined. Having brought the tradition of the old into the new world, I wanted the best, it turned out as always.