I am a poor count. Maximum beggar. How did it happen? This is the kind I got into. But these are trifles? A smart person will always find where to raise their well-being! However, it would be tolerable, but unknown killers are constantly trying to finish me off, and it is not clear why. But all this is unimportant, I have magic, "wrong side," youth, gorgeous girls and fun. And even a personal god, and he has a credit granddaughter! Someone would restore the genus, bend the world and so on, but not me. Although...