Andrew, it seems, was walking with friends, he was sick, he felt bad, but he didn’t pay attention..

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At one point he lost consciousness right in the snow, and somehow moved to the 15th century. He wakes up in soft warm pastels, next to him is soup and tea, and someone is sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book..

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Everything before his eyes was blurry, he peered at the figure, focusing his gaze.

—Hey.. Where am I, what year is it?