A well-fed, but cheerful and cheerful traffic cop finds himself in a magical world, where he painfully tries to find his place in society. There is no work in my specialty. Motor transport was not invented, roads were not rolled up either, and certainly no one had ever heard of a state traffic inspectorate. It’s good that his striped wand looks like a magical artifact. You can become a necromancer. The main thing is that they are not forced to revive anyone... Oh, oh... And war is coming!

Author's notes: The book was written as an experiment. Fun and humorous. The story is over. On sale every day.