About the book: year / I’m not at all who I’m used to thinking of myself as. And my dad is not my father at all. In general, the blood of the great princely family of the interstellar Russian Empire flows in me. All I have to do is want to show up at my father’s house, and my father will pave the carpet for me! But is this a reason to abandon my plans and rush to my family, who have managed without me for so many years? This is a serious question. The answer is ambiguous. And even more so when the hormones of an eighteen-year-old boy are raging inside you, capable of taking you anywhere...