The Rechtyovshchik has almost no friends. Protecting his independence, he’s forced to rely only on his own strength. Once, Rechtyovshchik was a lightweight piece—just a pawn in someone else’s game. But now he’s already a formed player, able to say a firm “no” to his former patrons.
Rechtyovshchik honors the agreements and obligations he has accepted, but he goes into a rage when someone tries—gently, as if kindly—to place a golden collar around his neck. In anger, he is terrifying, and the sea of creatures before him will foam with salty splashes of his fury.
The adventures continue…
Attention! Contains explicit profanity.