I am a killer. The best of its kind, because over the centuries I have been reborn and perfecting my skills. Having lived to old age and died safely in the circle of my family, I expected to go to the future, but instead I was transported to 1978. Instead of the USSR - the Russian Empire. Instead of a normal government, there are warring clans. Furs walk the streets, and at the school where I ended up, they allow me to carry bladed weapons. In addition, I am in the body of a fourteen-year-old orphan and do not remember anything from his past. No money, no roof over my head. Do you think I’m finished? Not today.