Young Ladies and Profits

It’s not easy being a transmigrator—especially when you end up not in an elf forest, not in a royal palace, but in nineteenth-century Russia, in the skin of the most ordinary, not-very-wealthy nobleman. And even the presence of a crafty Armenian taxi driver from the future inside the coachman’s body doesn’t help much. On the plus side, there’s nature, young ladies, and—possibly—money to be made. In my head, of course… fine, I admit it’s empty. But the entrepreneurial streak has fortunately returned!