Shaman. The door is home. Kalbazov Konstantin Georgievich

adrenaline flowing through the veins, and the collapsed former barriers. Fights with natives, bandits, special services. Life on the verge. This world came Borodin just right. Here he breathed in full chest and became himself. But even one spoon of tar is able to spoil the barrel of honey.

He, like other earthlings, is not of his own free will. Some puppeteers abandoned them into this world and observe them like bugs. And Borodin does not want to put up with this. He was already twice a step away from the keys to the native world. And both times the hand grabbed the void. Two bad numbers. God loves the Trinity!