Great news! The groom for noble princess Darg has been found, the dowry has been collected, and the wedding date set. You can rejoice and even come up with names for future children. Only—here the princess’s little baby is me: strict Soviet-girl Clara Nikitichna. A police lieutenant, mind you! And how do you marry a woman like that off to a gentle boy from a respectable family? It’s a pity for the boy! So I took off to study at the capital’s academy—especially since magic now exists. And everything’s fine—except for our dean… He can’t stand it: he nitpicks and wants to kick me out of the academy. Or not just kick me out—make me marry again?! I’m not okay with that! Sir Dean, you simply don’t know who you’ve gotten yourself involved with!