A hero, a warrior, a savior, a defender of the disadvantaged, a knight without fear and reproach?.. Nothing like that. A sorcerer, a black-book wizard, a werewolf—that’s what I was called. And yeah, I really earned a pretty unusual reputation—even among my own kind. But how could I not help old colleagues—especially when the whole world is going downhill? If only I had known how it would all end! A tiny mistake in a ritual—and now I’m already in another world. It’s 1909; the world is ruled by aristocrats endowed with Talent, and all sorts of evil spirits crawl from the Breakthroughs straight onto the streets of St. Petersburg. No friends, no acquaintances, no money, no title—only an unfamiliar, thin body, a gymnasium student’s cap, and the miserable remains of my former abilities. Still—what difference does it make? Work is work.