There is nothing pleasant in flight from the fortieth floor, if you were previously beaten, thrown out the window, and the parachute was not given. Life is short, there is no hope for a miracle. And in another world, the doctor decides to take a desperate step to return the injured mind to the heir to the clan. My new world is like the one I grew up in, with a few important exceptions. One of them is a gift with which people can do a lot of things, but they are divided into clans and gnaw among themselves and the prince does not decree them. The start of my new life path is not to say that it is strewn with roses, no, rather, spikes from them...