I thought I lived in an ordinary world. An ordinary IT specialist, albeit in a serious corporation. There is nothing supernatural around, and mysticism and all sorts of mediums are a scam for suckers. But when I was hit by a car and became a spirit myself, I realized how wrong I was. As for mysticism, so for mediums. Now I am invited to become one of the defenders of the bright family of the Dazhievs, direct descendants of one of the Slavic gods, and to protect the world from the spirits of evil and their guides. And also, this is a way not to lose yourself completely when, after death, the soul of the world begins to suck you in for rebirth.