Lady Vavilova did not believe in angels or devils. For fifty years of her life she did not believe. But they believed in her, and maybe they just got bored. As a result, the woman's soul went to another world, where the late Middle Ages reign, where words of honor and loyalty still mean something, where friendship and betrayal go side by side and where the life of many depends on the decisions of one. Victoria Viktorovna was ready to cope with any problem, except for one. Her soul fell into the body of the disgraced bastard of the last king, the comte Alan Wallid, and this comte is still a gift: he killed, raped, and robbed. Anyway, a man, by the way...