Hit so hit! Like any decent fellow, the hero fell into the body of the boyar's son, the only heir to untold wealth and vast lands... It would seem that everything is fine, the very beginning of the XIII century, their own skills remained, the afterglow did not go anywhere. Live and rejoice! But there will always be a fly in the ointment... I did not have time to recover after the transfer, as I ended up in prison on an evil libel! There are no relatives, they killed, there is no one to say a word in defense! The inherited property, as it turned out, has already been taken away, the patrimonial lands have sunk in an unknown direction. Well, at least there is a small house for living. And that's it! Spin as you can, survive! And how can you survive here, if the governor and the posadnik are building intrigues behind his back, they are sent to apparent death? Yes, times in Russia are always difficult, no matter how you choose them. The Lithuanian army is rampant, robbing and ravaging the Toropetsk, Novgorod and Smolensk lands. The Vatican is preparing another crusade against the Slavs, the coast of Estonia is systematically captured by hordes of Danes. And Russia, as always, is torn apart by princely and boyar feuds!