Stepan Belborodko - a false sorcerer and a false psychic - could not even imagine what the meeting with his next client would lead to. He traded in removing damage, the evil eye and the crown of celibacy, created conspiracies against misfortunes - he fooled the gullible public. And suddenly my whole life went to hell, which I didn’t believe in. A seemingly simple matter turned into... a transport back to the past. The eighth century. There is no harmony in the Slavic lands. Every man for himself. Every stranger is an enemy. It is difficult to survive when you find yourself in the thick of bloody events. It's difficult, but it's possible. If you turn from a false sorcerer into a real shaman...