Lady Vavilova didn’t believe in angels or devils. For all fifty years of her life, she didn’t believe in them. But they believed in her—maybe they were bored. In the end, the woman’s soul went to another world, where the Late Middle Ages reign, where the words honor and loyalty still mean something, where friendship and betrayal walk side by side, and where one person’s decisions determine the fate of many. With any problem, Victoria Viktorovna was ready to cope—except one. Her soul ended up in the body of the disgraced bastard of the last king—Count Alan Val lid—and that count was a gift: he killed, raped, and robbed. And, in general, the man…