Special forces soldier Vitaly Petrov, an Afghanistan veteran. In the 1990s he was a killer for the gangs, and in the 2000s he became a hardened businessman who handled captured factories, business centers, and—like it was fashionable—kept his own bank. But a bullet meant for him, the one that missed him in hot spots and in gang showdowns, finally caught him at what seemed to be the most unexpected moment—during business negotiations. Vitaly wakes up in the body of a kitten at a mill in deep Middle Ages. An elderly miller had three sons, and it was immediately clear that the younger brother had little chance of inheriting anything. That’s when our hero realizes he has landed in a real fairy tale—and starts acting… After all, who said the miller’s younger son could pass off as a marquis so easily without any preparation, simply because he was dressed in fine clothes? At the very least, he needed to pull his speech together. And physical training? Marquises are warlike, while millers aren’t much. It’s good that he has special-forces skills from his past life! And who said the Ogre had no relatives?