Belief in women's love and selflessness disappeared at the very moment when Mendelssohn's march sounded. After I separated from my wife, I swore to myself that I would avoid serious relationships. Whatever the case. Waking up after an attack in the World of the Future, on a backward planet inhabited by Itrans, I was forced to marry a stranger. Our marriage is a fiction, just a mutually beneficial deal. For her, the status of a married woman; for me, the title of count and land allotment. Although, who asked me: either marriage, or my head off my shoulders. Now the main thing is: to survive, improve your life, uncover a couple of conspiracies and not get caught... It would be nice to enter the Milky Way Academy, and then you can start looking for your own wife...