Alexander Sapegin. Life on the razor's edge (№ 342719)

- You were in another world? They really exist? Tell me!
- You don't know. Long story short, unpleasant, bloody and littered with the corpses of my many friends and relatives. In short, don't laugh, I was brought to another world where time runs much faster than here. It's not a romantic fantasy stories Maslowski writers... or not maslovski, I think, is the writing wizards - too many real things are listed there. Listen to me.
In another world we are not wanted. We were not waiting for the elderly wizards with bags of gold in the bushes nearby, we do not expect a martial arts master and Guild are ready to immediately and unquestioningly believe us, and just compensation to protect. There you will not learn magic rare knowledge or talent. Let me just say one thing... Seven years. Seven years I was playing tag with death. Seven fucking years the whole world was against me, and by those who hated the world and their order, those who were brave enough to work with me - I came back only because of these madmen, who had nothing to lose. There was no romance, but the fight for survival abound. In that world the attitude towards me was vile. And when I made a name for himself and got a reputation, I began to simultaneously fear and hate.