"In some galaxy, in a world called Fagris, there lived a charming, kind, generous space pirate, and just a good guy, whose name was Isaac Geras. It's me..." He lived, touched almost no one, and carried goodness into the masses with a plasma cutter, and then I was caught by the lawyers of the Commonwealth of the Three Races and executed. They did it so enchantingly that I even resurrected! Not on Fagris, but in the modern Russian Empire. The funny thing is that Prince Myshkin was thrown onto Fagris instead of me. Now he is twisting the ears of the bad guys in my homeland, and I am taking the rap for him. During the year of his “principality” he turned a family deprived of imperial favor into a “respected” one, graduated from the first year of the Romanov Magic Academy, although not a magician... He got married by accident, but that’s a different story, acquired useful connections, dealt with old enemies, making new ones for himself . Now, the next item on my list of “useful things to do” is to take over Petrograd. Everything would be fine, but wanting to get more power, I screwed up “a little”... Hmmm....