When you close your eyes, you see the whole world. It's the Middle Ages. The most serious weapons are a spear and a sword, the best means of transportation is a horse, there are torches and candles on the walls, houses are built of wood and stone, sailboats sail the seas, doctors consider hand washing dangerous to health, the best minds are only thinking about sewerage and the Constitution... There you are the heir the throne of a small kingdom on the outskirts of inhabited lands. No, you are not crazy, and this world is as real as your own. Your memory, mind, experience from here stay with you there, and what you learn there will be with you here too. Also, you can take something from that world here, and, if you're lucky, something from your world will be there with you when you wake up. There's a lighter there, there are a lot of them here, and here... Gold. There you don’t have as much of it as you would like, but it’s enough to live well here. So, it turns out that you’ve found yourself in a fairy tale? No, of course. The real rulers of this kingdom are in no hurry to transfer real power to you. No, the ancient treaties will not be broken, and all external decency will be observed, when the time comes, you will be placed on the throne and allowed to try on the crown. But the real rulers of this kingdom will never give you real power. And as soon as they find someone more convenient for them, they will give the crown to him, and death awaits you. And who knows how death in that world will affect you in this world? Who should you be there, in that world? Someone else's doll in someone else's crown, living out its last days, or a ruler deciding his fate? It depends on you.