As Stalin put it—history doesn’t know the conditional mood. But fiction does. So welcome to a new world. My new world.
Who: a successful Russian businessman, 37 years old, higher education (three copies, including a bachelor’s degree from Harvard), single, not convicted, owner of three apartments (Moscow, London, and La Valetta), two houses (Malaga and Flom), a park of luxury cars, and also one yacht.
What was: absolutely everything in Russia that goes along with the desire to do big business and tempers one’s character.
What will be: suddenly you find yourself deep in… well, deep in the past. In some unknown year, on the eve of the Time of Troubles. In the body of a ten-year-old boy. And with no influence whatsoever and no ability to affect events.
How will your heart calm down? We’ll see about that!