Who would have thought that the combination of reading books, playing on the computer and eating peanut butter would lead to death. It would seem that I just choked, no one knocked on my back, and I died. But not everything is as simple as my dad said. Some creature moved my soul to the Russian Empire, into the body of a fucking astral magician, whom two aborigines want to kill. - Disperse, swineherds, or the astral magician will give you such a hard time, you will never forget! Where is some kind of jerk here?!—Show me what you’ve trained.—You, bitch, won’t have to persuade me!