They bet on me. This is how my story begins in a trivial way. The most difficult thing in this situation was to accept this news and not react to the one for whom I felt sympathy. Everything was complicated by the fact that we studied in the same group. I didn’t transfer, I didn’t intend to run. But at some point he got angry and decided to teach a rebellious classmate a lesson and took me to his home world. And then new problems began. Not only was Stas not going to retreat, but the local count was also showing obvious interest in me. A new admission to an educational institution loomed ahead, only now to the State Academy of Magical Arts named after the great Riederik. Maybe running away isn't such a bad idea?