Have you ever dreamed of becoming a “popadanka”—someone transported into another world? Of being someone’s true match? I didn’t dream of it. On Earth I had everything: a beloved husband and a son. And then I became an elect— a witch who heals by laying on hands. And then I met him… A passionate, untamed werewolf who is ready to do anything for me literally… How do you choose without tearing your heart apart into pieces?