I was flying to Crimea on vacation, but ended up in ancient Rus'. The nobles are fattening here, the men are plowing the fields. There is magic with gods, here demons and monsters trample everyone. The Varangians are pressing from the north, and the steppe people are attacking from the south. The god promised me the body of a nobleman, but I ended up with a peasant. I was an office plankton, I will become a serf. “But what is there? I’m all charmed, there’s a lot of gold in my pockets?!” And then the killers are chasing after confusing me with someone. However, it was the wrong one who was attacked, the damned murderers. I have a surprise for you! I will go from rags to riches, gentlemen!