I was transported into the world by a fairy named Yandex Column, erasing all memories of my personality, family and friends. All that remains with me is the memory of the past world, especially games, films, music and experiences. What's around - Rus', heroes, Gorynych, Koschey and other fairy tale heroes fighting invaders from other worlds. And it would be okay to end up in the body of a prince or baron at worst, according to all the laws of victims, but no, I’m nobody and there’s no way to call me. But let’s dance with what we’ve given (and if we’re being honest, they’ve given me quite a bit), we’ll find comrades-in-arms and let’s go do good. After all, if there are stars, it means that someone needs it... and if you are dragged to another world, it means that something is needed from you.