There is nothing pleasant about flying from the fortieth floor if you were previously beaten, thrown out the window, and not given a parachute. Life has been lived short, there is no hope for a miracle. And in another world, the doctor decides to take a desperate step in order to return the damaged mind to the heir of the clan. My new world is similar to the one in which I grew up, with several important exceptions. One of them is a gift, with the help of which people can do a lot of things, but they are divided into clans and squabble among themselves and the prince does not order them. The start of my new life path is not strewn with roses, no, rather, with thorns from them...