A tourist from Russia, lounging in Germany in two thousand and sixteen, no one knows how he suddenly finds himself in the fourteenth century in the body of a young baron. True, the baron is wounded and they are going to finish him off, and plunder and burn the castle, but the main thing is that he is still alive. But it worked out, he got out of it. And so it went: life constantly throws jaw-dropping gifts, and he gets out, and not without profit for himself. During his four years in medieval Germany, he achieved quite a lot, although he did not particularly strive for this. Sometimes I had to act harshly and even cruelly, but nothing could be done - these are the times. Otherwise you simply cannot survive. What's ahead? There are still many challenges ahead, and all must be answered with dignity.