Hello, my name is Vadim Volkhov, and I'm a hit and miss. Yes, you heard right, I am the wrong Valentine. To be honest, I was very lucky to wake up here as a boy of thirteen. Because this is a very alternative version of the Earth: no one uses gasoline, Tesla and Tsiolkovsky created cool airships that fly back and forth over the Thames, except for people there are Elts, and there is no Internet! At all. At all. If I were an adult, I would definitely be locked in Bedlam. And still nothing. A guardian was found and he was assigned to school. The school is not very good - a huge fortress in the folds of space, and they teach magic figs there. Plus, the troubles started as soon as I crossed her threshold. Love? For mercy's sake, what kind of love is there between a boy and his teacher? He is a normal guy, albeit a fictional one. There are plenty of other problems here...