Mikhail Romanov rules for three years. For three years he fought—bombs were thrown at him, explosives were planted under the tribune, and twice he miraculously did not die from “the American”—as they called in this world the pandemic of “Spanish flu.” He won the Great War, prevented a revolution and the Civil War, defeated Turkey, and recreated the Eastern Roman Empire—becoming its emperor too. Next to him are his beloved wife and wonderful children. Life is quiet and steady. What else does a person need for happiness? But the world is cruel, and the guy who ended up there from 2015 knows it firsthand. It’s a world of high politics, where predators smile at each other only on camera. Blood, wars, intrigue, conspiracies. Threats of new wars, new intrigues, new conspiracies. The prospect of a very big war and a lot of blood. And ahead lies famine that will take the lives of millions of his subjects.