I thought I was living in an ordinary world. An ordinary IT specialist, albeit in a serious corporation. There is nothing supernatural around, and mysticism and all sorts of mediums are wiring for suckers. But when I was hit by a car, and I myself became a spirit, I realized how wrong I was. How about mysticism, so about mediums. Now I am invited to become one of the defenders of the light clan Dazhiev, direct descendants of one of the Slavic gods, and protect the world from the spirits of evil and their guides. And also, this is a way not to lose yourself completely when, after death, the soul of the world begins to suck you in for rebirth.