My contemporary gets sent somewhere. A whole old and good fantasy world is raging all around him. Dwarves, elves, orcs, trolls. And people are there too. But our hero is lucky—he lands in the body of a dwarf. And that’s the way he has to survive. For some reason, this race isn’t favored among newcomers. They get into humans, elves of different shapes and shades, orcs, vampires—and even demons. But dwarves have no luck in this regard. No one wants to be a dwarf. The authors don’t like newcomers—because in their stories, dwarves are all alcoholics, brawlers, and miserly people with a very specific look—thick, funny little midgets. But what if everything is not like that? What if dwarves are completely different?