"In some galaxy, in a world called Fagris, there lived and was a charming, kind, generous space pirate, and just a good guy called Isaac Heras. It was me... "He lived, almost did not touch anyone, carried good to the masses with a plasma cutter, and then I was caught by the legalists of the Commonwealth of three races and executed. They did it so enchanting that I was even resurrected! Only not on Fagris, but in the modern Russian Empire. The funny thing is that Prince Myshkin was thrown at Fagris instead of me. Now he twists his ears in my homeland, and I take the rap for him. During the year of his "principality," he turned the clan deprived of imperial mercy into a "respected" one, graduated from the first year of the Romanov Magic Academy, although not a magician... He married accidentally, but this is a separate story, acquired useful connections, dealt with old enemies, making new ones. Now, the next item on my list of "useful things" is To crush Petrograd for yourself. Everything would be fine, but wanting to get more power, I "screwed up" a little... M-yes....