No matter how hard the royal gossip tried to establish book printing at an accelerated pace, he never succeeded. And when should he get involved in the newspaper business, if the sovereign drags him to a party, then the boyars strive to send him to the chopping block, and on top of everything, the Tsar-Father granted him the rank of boyar and awarded him such lush lands that one could easily be left without a head in them. And then the Shemakhan embassy fell out of the blue... And holy Rus' began to fever. Well, how can you do serious business under such conditions? And the royal gossip had to roll up his sleeves to once again get down to saving the fatherland...