Our contemporary died and ended up in the body of a scion of the Volkhovsky family, who ruled an alternative St. Petersburg in the Russian-Japanese conglomerate. It seems like we should be happy. Here you have the magic of swords, and money, and a real opportunity to change the world, which you could only dream of before, but every good thing has a silver lining. It sucks to wield an umbra katana, that's a cross for you. On the one hand, this is an ultimate weapon and an object of unconditional power, on the other hand, you won’t have time to wake up, and the Rasteryaevs and Molchanovs are already plotting and generally want to kill you. Another incomprehensible Man in a Kabuki mask has appeared, muddying the waters in the country, and, apparently, new shocks await the state. Enough, huh? Let's do without new impressions. The war with the United States has long died down, everyone has just recovered from it, and here again something is brewing. In general, sit down. It's a long story.