Never again will I curse the gloomy Petersburg summer! The moment I started daydreaming about sunshine, by the will of fate—and of a stranger with the nickname “Tiger”—I found myself in a foreign world. Hot, stifling, with red volcanoes at every step. And the morals here are truly barbaric… I was caught, captured, and sold as a “cross-world curiosity” to the leader of a local clan. That’s how bracelets appeared on my wrists, and in front of me—an awkwardly horned man. Handsome and stately, but… with horns! The man insists he is the demon Kerrakhta (“Sanita-a-ary, here!”). And, believe it or not, he needs a tenth bride—for the full set. She has to be blue-eyed—he’s seen her in his dreams.