Once, in some reality, the Russian emperor chose the wrong princess as his wife, and the locomotive of world history rolled along completely different rails... I returned to St. Petersburg after serving three years under a contract. But I didn't get used to my old life. So I took the train and went to Siberia. In search of a new life or a new self. On the way, an unknown switchman sent my car along other rails and into a completely different reality. No, the train brought me to Siberia. Only Siberia turned out to be completely different.