About the book: 2024 / I was the STRONGEST! I CRUSHED planets. I bought entire COUNTRIES out of boredom. I had the MOST beautiful girls in the world. And then they told me: get up Tyoma, you’re pissing yourself... okay, I just woke up. I woke up in handcuffs. I'm accused of murder. Some maniac broke my skull, cut out my heart and inserted an artifact in its place. The artifact came with a scar, monstrous strength and a ghost that won’t shut up for a second. And do you think this is the only problem? *hysterical laughter turning into crying* I don’t have a gift. People around me call me Nishchekont (like Viscount, but... with a financial nuance). And my newfound power is wasting my own life! Every blow, every healing of wounds, bites off a piece of the time allotted to me by fate. Immortality on credit, motherfucker. And the question is, will I have time to figure out who stole my heart and why, until the clock of my life stops at the mark: Well, let’s remember this good fellow?