Hero, warrior, savior, defender of the disadvantaged, a knight without fear or reproach?.. Nothing like that. Sorcerer, warlock, werewolf - that's what they called me. What can I say - I really have earned a very unique reputation. Even among your own kind. But how can I not help my old colleagues - especially when the whole world is going downhill? If only I had known then how it would all end! A tiny mistake in the ritual - and now I’m already in a strange world. The year is 1909, the world is ruled by aristocrats endowed with talent, and all sorts of evil spirits are creeping out of Proryvy directly onto the streets of St. Petersburg. No friends, no acquaintances, no money, no title - just an unusual skinny body, a high school student's cap and pitiful remnants of former abilities. However - what's the difference? Work is work.