I didn't want change! None! My life was more than satisfactory to me. I wrested my position from Fate, and honestly! No fathers, mothers or other relatives took part in the growth of my wealth. In ten years I rose from an illegal construction worker in Spain, to the owner of my own construction business, the owner of an investment portfolio with Asian securities worth several million, and a citizen of the European Union. There was money , position in society, iron health and the appearance of the young Dolph Lundgren. And now I’m thirteen again, I’m a nobleman of an old family... and that’s where the good news ends. The brief description given to me by the gymnasium pedel “A little below average!”, despite the humiliating banality, very accurate. The father drinks and gambles, the mother ran away from him and lives separately, the sisters are fools with ambitions, money is a complete mess! Oh yes! It's 1914, and in light of the approaching Revolution, I'm no longer sure whether to consider my nobility a bonus or a problem?