From birth until I was twenty, I lay paralyzed in a peasant hut, until, finally, the Force awakened in me. So, I stood up, and what do I see? The Russian Empire, the end of the 18th century; Europe lies in ruins, no one knows about America at all; There are hordes of bloodthirsty creatures around and almost the entire revived pantheon of Slavic mythology; To succeed, you need to study magic and collect the energy of killed creatures; I inherited a mortgaged estate and a noble title. In general, there is a lot of work to be done. But I also had a good rest in twenty years. Tremble! I'm on my way.