Viktor Volkov, neither bad nor good, is, in general, an ordinary guy, with a unique character, who lives by the simple principle “if you were hit on the left cheek, then... turn around and knock out the offender’s teeth.” There are many of these around us, but not all of them are lucky or unlucky, it’s like someone who falls out of their usual reality and ends up in the late Middle Ages. And it would be fine on his native Earth, but no, he was carried into an unknown place, and even into someone else’s body. Now he's a buffoon. But does he like the nomadic life? Perhaps not, I want home and comfort. He shouldn't be like that. Oh, in vain...