About the book: year / I was a Roman deity and ruled the world. And then we were stabbed in the back by those whose lives we generously saved. Now I am here - in a new barbaric world, where everyone wears pants instead of a toga, and people ride in steel boxes. Weak mortal flesh allowed me to retain only part of my strength. But I am Mercury - the patron of merchants, thieves and travelers. This means that I will definitely figure out where all the gods of this world have disappeared and why people have appropriated our power. What? Who said this? Limit yourself in everything and cut through to the goal? Not quite my style, gentlemen. As my brother Mars said, even on the most brutal battlefield there is time to rest. Besides, look - there are so many beautiful women around who no one pays attention to..