Once, I was a banker, but everything fell apart: I got involved in someone else’s dispute and died—only to wake up at the very beginning of the 17th century. Now I’m not a financier, but a young Andrey Beleev, ordered to serve and protect the native land. In Moscow, the Godunovs still hold power, but False Dmitry is already on the way.
Ahead—troubles, famine, and devastation: the country is choking on blood, while Polish and Swedish troops trample its fields. Can you hide behind a strong fence and wait it out? No. That’s not something I know how to do.