In this world, the Aurora did not fire. The country is ruled by the aristocracy, the emperor and the Synod. Strength flows in the blood of the chosen. Palace intrigue and social networks reign here, where young heiresses of families post photographs from their balls. Hussars cheer in the football stands, instead of harnessed horses, driverless cars scurry through the streets. My name is Alexey Karamazov, and I am a descendant of a noble family of the Empire. Tomorrow I will receive an inheritance from my late grandfather. But who knew that the deceased worked for the Security Department and searched the world for artifacts of the past? And now I must take his post by right of blood.