One winter evening I woke up at my own funeral and scared my relatives, who sent me to the grave. These power-hungry aristocrats do not yet know who has returned from the other world. They don’t know, but they will find out very soon, because there is no forgiveness for their betrayal. Emperors, kings, princes and other low-grade boyars don’t even know what power I have. No one can resist the will of the one who uses time as a weapon. All of them are just helpless babies standing in my way. And what could be easier than taking candy from a child? Author's notes: Products DAILY at 00-30 Moscow time The text was read by a one-eyed author who graduated from two classes of a parochial school. Cover MasterThe text of the book was translated from the original language using an artificial intelligence program. For the most part, the translation of the text is of very high quality, but in some cases, due to the imperfection of the technology, there may be incorrect phrase translations in the text, as well as single words and expressions may not be translated.