Times Are Not Chosen

Caught, so caught! Like any decent time traveler, the hero ended up in the body of a boyar's son, the only heir to unimaginable wealth and vast lands… It seemed great, at the very beginning of the 13th century, with... his own skills intact, and foreknowledge still present. Just live and enjoy! But there’s always a fly in the ointment… No sooner had he come to his senses after the transfer than he found himself in a dungeon on a malicious slander! No relatives, they were killed, no one to speak a word in his defense! The inherited property, it turned out, had already been seized, the feudal lands disappeared in an unknown direction. At least a small house remained for living. And that’s it! Spin as you can, survive! And how can you survive when the voivode and the posadnik are scheming behind your back, sending you to certain death? Yes, times in Rus' have always been difficult, no matter how you choose them. The Lithuanian army is advancing relentlessly, plundering and devastating the lands of Toropets, Novgorod, and Smolensk. The Vatican is preparing yet another crusade against the Slavs, and the coast of Estland is being systematically seized by hordes of Danes. And Rus', as always, is torn apart by princely and boyar feuds!