Mr. Investigator

It seems that everything in life is going well. Young, quite successful. Not a businessman, but a scientist, yet the scientific career is developing successfully. A candidate of sciences at thirty, prospectively an associate professor, and then the defense of... a doctorate isn't far off. The housing issue is solved. You are engaged in your favorite work, next to you is a woman who will soon become your wife. And life is planned several years ahead. But who could have expected that a trip with your future mother-in-law to the dacha would end in a car accident and resuscitation? And no one would have dreamed in their worst nightmare that a twenty-first-century car accident would be associated with the 'crash' of the carriage in which the vice-governor's son, a student of the Imperial University, was traveling. So, how can one still believe in reincarnation? And what to do now, if the consciousness of a historian has moved into the body of a mathematics student? The other question is that there is nowhere to go. You need to live and be glad that you ended up in the body of a 'majordomo,' not a peasant or a craftsman. But the father — an actual state councilor — believes that his son has disgraced their family by joining the revolutionaries and 'free thinkers' and sends him to serve in the city of Cherepovets in the Novgorod province. The town is quite small — three thousand inhabitants. But for a judicial investigator, there will be plenty of cases to find.