Building Empires is like riding a bicycle. It’s hard only the first time. Let me be reborn in the body of a cast-out boyar who escaped the gallows—give me a gang of ragged runaways and I’ll turn them into an invincible clan! Give me a backwater hamlet and I’ll forge it into a fortress! Give me a magic-magichka maiden and… there will be a place for her too in the household. But we need to hurry. The creatures I fought in my world have already found their way into this one. And only I know how to win the war against them.