I didn't want a change! None! My life was more than fine with me. I gnawed my position from Fate, and honestly! No dads, mothers and other relatives took part in the growth of my well-being. For ten years I rose from an illegal builder in Spain, to the owner of my own construction business, the owner of an investment portfolio with Asian securities worth several million, and a citizen of the European Union. There was money, position in society, iron health and appearance of the young Dolph Lundgren. And now I am thirteen again, I am an old-fashioned nobleman... and that's where the good news ends. The brief characterization given to me by the gymnasium pedel "Slightly below average!," Despite the humiliating banality, is very accurate. Father drinks and plays, mother ran away from him and lives separately, sisters - fools with ambitions, with money - full of seams! Oh yes! In the courtyard of 1914, and in the light of the approaching Revolution, I am no longer sure whether to consider my nobility a bonus or a problem?