In 1227 AD, Temuzhin, world famous as Genghis Khan, suddenly dies in his tent, exactly during a campaign against the Tangut kingdom. Death was unpleasant, painful and painful, but nothing ended there. The wheeze of a dying old man flowed into the cry of a newborn child, in a kind of unpleasant-looking shack, where people speak an incomprehensible language. The only thing to know now is no longer 1227, but the real year 396 AD, the Western Roman Empire, province of Pannonia, before the invasion of the Huns. Ahead is the time of troubles, the era of the death of empires and the rise of new peoples. Is there a place here for a man who has already turned the course of history once?