The end of the 19th century, a difficult time. The consciousness of Andrei Stepanov is not instilled either in the emperor, or in the Tsarevich, or in the Grand Duke, or even in the seedy count. And it infuses an ordinary young man who is not even a nobleman, but a failed lawyer, and even a merchant family. "The villager" is not a special forces soldier, not a sniper, does not own martial arts, he does not want to "compose" songs about lieutenants and cavalry guards. His grandfather is a merchant of the first guild, but refused everyone from the house, and an approach has yet to be found to him. By profession, Andrei is a mathematician-programmer, in addition, working in a pharmaceutical company, he grabbed at the top of some knowledge in chemistry. He knows history extremely fragmentary, does not remember exact dates, only leading events and the general course of history. And what to do with such skills at the end of the 19th century?.. And it's a shame for yourself and the state.