The most terrible curse among the Chinese is: “May you live in an era of change!” If so, then Kirill Nikolaev was clearly cursed by the entire Chinese people. Before the tradesman Nikolaev had time to get out of trouble with the broadcast club and ward off the threat from his former relatives, new troubles arose. The rebellion in the capital of the recently calm Russian state picks up people like a hurricane leaves, and carries them through smoke and fires to a grandiose catastrophe. The tracks of armored vehicles rumble along the ancient paving stones, explosions thunder in the night and houses burn. The ruling and serving boyars enthusiastically slaughter each other, not disdaining anything, attracting European mercenaries to their side and throwing their own squads into the attack. And amid all this madness, Kirill spins like a squirrel in a wheel, trying to protect his loved ones and not get involved in a showdown between the boyars and the sovereign.