More and more clouds gather over the small principality of Liechtenstein. More precisely—over its inhabitants, the common people. Aristocrats and rulers weave intrigues; the rebels pursue their own goals. Both sides hide behind beautiful slogans, but in practice they are absolutely far from the well-being of ordinary citizens.
Fortunately, the people of Liechtenstein have defenders. That is me—Theodor Vavilonsky—my friends, and the guard troops.