Alex Zavyalov, the orphaned heir to the Zavyalov trading clan, on the eve of his majority (and long-planned death as a result of an accident) for preventive purposes tears his claws from his "native" home, leaving his own regent uncle with his nose. Now he is left to himself and can start all over again - under a new name, without a reputation, without support, almost without money (a couple of millions does not count), and even without a clan gadyushnik and constant political intrigues. In general, there is where to put your hands. In addition, the idea is not bad in stock - our hero figured out how to extract "sunken" ships from the subspace. But he did not really think about the consequences of his youth, and the result was not long in coming - his new activity backfired not only for human Protectorates, but also for all the surrounding alienates...