Once, in some reality, the Russian emperor chose the wrong princess as his wife, and the locomotive of world history started rolling on completely different tracks…
I returned to St. Petersburg after serving three years on contract. Only I couldn’t get used to the old life. So I got on a train and went to Siberia—in search of a new life or a new self.
Along the way, an unknown switchman sent my carriage onto different tracks and into a completely different reality. No—the train brought me to Siberia.
But Siberia turned out to be completely different.