Alexander was an ordinary spoiled brat. He loved to drive through nighttime Moscow with the pedal to the metal in his Bugatti—which is what, at one fine moment, landed him in another world, and in someone else’s skin: that of a servant, though belonging to a noble family, who served the imperial family. His position as a servant doesn’t appeal to him at all, but what can you do if you can’t do anything else and you’re simply unable to do anything else? The second part.