"Timothy!" – that was the first thing the scientist exclaimed in horror when he saw the result of his monstrous experiment. A heart-wrenching cry echoed through the village that night, announcing the birth of a new... life? Since then, the homunculus Timothy lived his 15 minutes of carefree life until the enraged villagers burst in with axes and pitchforks and killed his creator. Fortunately, the newborn creature managed to jump out the window. (Otherwise, we would have had to clear a path to the door from the corpses of naive townswomen.)
Since then, Timothy has been traveling the world. He hasn't talked to his cousin Prokofy for a while. It seems Prokofy is some kind of popular figure in the village... something like a lumberjack or a blacksmith? The homunculus doesn't really care. He's just doing his job.

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.