Hello, my name is Vadim Volkhov, and I am a hit. Yes, you heard right, I'm the wrong Valentine. Honestly, I was very lucky to wake up here as a boy of thirteen. For this is a very alternative version of the Earth: no one uses gasoline, Tesla and Tsiolkovsky created cool airships that fly back and forth over the Thames, except for people there are elts, and there is no Internet! In general. At all. If I were an adult, I would definitely be locked in Bedlam. And nothing else. The guardian was found, the school was assigned. The school is not very good - a huge fortress in the folds of space, and magic figs are taught in it. Plus, trouble began, as soon as she crossed her threshold. Love? Have mercy, what is the love between the boy and his teacher? He is a normal man, albeit fictional. There are plenty of other problems...