The Drifter. The Dealer

Wandering through multiverse worlds that look like carbon copies of each other is like being stuck as an outcast. Differences exist, but they are so minor they’re practically invisible. I don’t know why I suddenly lost my temper—after all, this world isn’t my home. But once I found myself at the epicenter of the Russo-Japanese War, I decided to change the established course of history.

The Bradbury butterfly? Nothing like that. Not that my efforts were completely in vain. Russia, of course, lost the war—but not with such a crushing score. Will I manage to do better? I don’t know. But I’ve already clenched my teeth and I’m not planning to retreat.