Life in an alternative world goes on as usual, and I am still a thirteen-year-old boy, Vadim Volkhov. Naturally, losers and misfits cannot live here without problems. Either magic, or half-baked politicians, or revolutionaries, or patients - of course, where would we be without inadequate patients? - the paws ache, the tail falls off... Just kidding. I don't have paws. Bye. But I firmly intend to return my body, despite all the efforts of my precious ancestors. I must have at least something good? And my teacher is very good. So much so that there is no chance at all. The cover is temporary. Probably