He came from our world... He was called... VEDUN! He knew how to master magic and conspiracy, saber and brush. But I never thought that his life and freedom would depend on it. Just one incorrect spell unexpectedly put him face to face with cranks and mermaids, with Varangians and Khazars. The honor of a Russian warrior, courage and a faithful sword against black magic, the cunning of false friends and thousands of enemies - what will be stronger on the unknown paths of Ancient Russia?