About the book: year / The Russian Empire is surrounded by enemies. Dark magicians are squeezing the ring ever tighter, and only aristocrats, holders of the Gift of the Divided God, protect us from defeat. This is a lie for mediocrities, in reality everything is different. I hate the highest colored aristos: all seven Great Clans of the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor personally. I - future killer. And I’m also an orphan, a colorless mediocrity and the bastard of some aristo to boot. In a shelter hidden from everyone, we are being created as agents who must put an end to the tyranny of gifted aristocrats, and I simply must do everything to achieve this! Wait a minute! Am I not a mediocrity?! And even a purebred aristocrat?! And, perhaps, the only heir of the strongest Great Family?! This is someone’s cruel joke: I hate the Aristos and am called upon to destroy them?!