Viktor Volkov is neither bad nor good — just an ordinary guy with a peculiar character, living by a simple principle: “if you get hit on the left cheek, then… turn around and knock out the offender’s teeth.” There are plenty of people like that around us, but not everyone is that lucky — or not that lucky; sometimes life throws you out of your usual reality and into the late Middle Ages. He ended up here against his will, but he loved this world so much that he never even thought of returning. He found a family and home comfort. He learned bitterness of loss. He became a ferocious beast. Now all he has is hatred. But how do you live with only such motivation? Can he become human again? Has anything in him really died, or can any beast be tamed if you find a purpose in life? He has only one thing left: trust in fate and not miss the chance, if it appears on his path.