Who wouldn’t want to become a count in an alternative Russian Empire? Honor, respect, power, the hereditary magical signet ring… at first I was even delighted…
But it turned out that in my fallen line I’m the last one— the manor has to be sold to cover debts, and my magical gift is worthless. And everyone who isn’t lazy keeps trying to take what’s left—or even get me rid of me altogether.
Only I’m an old hand… a seasoned Soviet-era administrator. With my experience and knowledge from my past life, I won’t get lost among the counts… and whoever tries to eat me will choke.