About the book: 2012 / He was not a god, rather an errand god, and his name was not divine - the Joker. The Joker was supposed to carry out the will of his elders, like Arthas of St. Petersburg, the deity of Chaos. He did just that, luring ordinary mortals from our world to where the Game lasts for thousands of years, where human and non-human blood is shed and ominous spells are sounded. This time the Joker was lucky with a mortal. No pink snot, as happens with other Chosen Ones. Pavel quickly realized where his benefit was. And what is there to think about? Who is he in his home world? Wheelchair user. A man who foolishly broke his spine. And here he is a powerful fighter, and also a black magician, whom only the gods can stop, and even then - not always…