The High Priest of Set and one of the twelve rulers of the Black Circle of Suthigia died atop his power. Stabbed by a cursed sword, he was supposed to crumble to dust. But he awoke in the body of a Kyrgyz guest worker on a Moscow construction site. No magic, no money, no registration (and no SMS).
Now his path is cement slurry instead of rituals. Instead of hundreds of servants—foreman Ramiz. Instead of dishes on gold—instant noodles with mayonnaise. But the priest of Set won’t give up. He has ancient knowledge, cunning, and a plan: first survive, then regain his strength, and finally force this strange world to bow to him.
It would be good to understand, too—who calls the creatures of the Abyss into modern Hyperborea? What goblins sit under the hood of a car. And what demons live in the black mirrors—smartphones?
Welcome to Moscow, archmage. This is not “over there.”