All his life, a resolute and confident man dreamed of living in the Middle Ages. And then he died…
Rising again in the past after a car accident, Dmitry realizes that he has become a young prince who, in the future, will be called the Donskoy. But for now no one knows about that nickname—people consider the young man a pitiful heir of great ancestors.
The others can be forgiven: they simply don’t know that on their grief a new Trembler of the Universe has been born.
Gathering the iron and blood of Rus’ into a single fist, Dmitry will explain to his neighbors—like Mamai, Tokhtamysh, and Olgerd—that now our country must be taken into account, respected, and feared.