Every sister gets her due—and every time-traveling woman gets an estate! From the “khrushchevka” apartment to a mansion, from an old woman to a young woman! I was a theoretician librarian—now I’m a landowner in practice. What kind of quest is that? Wanted to see the world? Welcome to another reality! Here there’s land and sea, and also problems with taxes, heating, low-efficiency agricultural production, and a heart of your own that has forgotten angina and flutters like in youth at the sight of a retired captain of the high seas… And there’s nowhere to run—behind you is Moscow, тьфу, your death… So, ma’am time-traveler, buckle in and raise the virgin lands—income and birthrate. With the last one I got a bit too excited… though…