I achieved recognition, I saw a lot, but my illness forced me to make a choice. A bullet to the temple or martyrdom. He didn’t give up, he wanted to take a risk and beat the bony one. Oddly enough, it worked. A strange ritual and I took my place in the body of the heir of the clan, who was pushed under the wheels of a madly rushing carriage. What is it like to be in another world? Without friends, connections and support! In order not to be so conspicuous, you need to restructure your views and actions to suit a young person. The clan itself is far from being in the forefront, and its name speaks for itself - Knizhnik. Yes, yes, the magic of various text spells. I’ll hold on with my teeth, I’ll strain all my strength, but I’ll gain a foothold here, I’m unlikely to find another chance to save myself. True, he still has to live to receive a small inheritance. Don't forget that someone paid the killers. Will I find my place in this world, friends and girlfriends? I want to believe in it...