It seemed like all troubles should have been left behind, but suddenly new misfortunes fell on us. Ksyer after the resurrection changed, they started hunting me, and dragons and—alry—, and studying began to resemble a minefield.
Step right—marriage bracelet or a family ring. Step left—an attempt at kidnapping. Straight ahead—the path to actual slavery. And where am I supposed to go?
It’s good that friends are nearby: they won’t let me stray from the path and leave the institute. We’ve been through so much together, and right now I’m sure we’ll manage.