Boyar. Matvey Aleksandrovich, eighteen years old, lived a calm life in his native Orenburg province and did not know grief. So the young nobleman was carried all the way to the capital city of Petersburg. That’s when everything started to spin: chases, fights, expensive cars (three of them are already being written off!), drunken cavalry guards and a beautiful, but bruised representative of the Demidov Family. Don't you want all this? Well, excuse me, in the staff of the almighty “Troika”, which in nightmares and sometimes in reality appears to the nobles who are disobedient to the Emperor, there are no words “I want” and “I don’t want”. But there is an order. Good luck, clerk! You will need it.