The sun is about to reach its peak temperature. Under a shallow square of space in the air, several pile of children were dissipated. Accumulated everywhere this way, they split up based on preferences of type of games they mostly used to like.
- Big brother, Mum is calling you home'' - said Massimo's little brother, almost everyone except his parents and some individuals called him Pietro, though his true name was different. ''This time,Mum said that in case you dare to linger as you did before, father must punish you.''
- Alright, go home, I come after you. Clap, clap, clap .. Massimo turned around swaying his hand as goodbye for his neighbor friends. ''Father, of course was not at home, unlikely he is currently, ehh I wonder, whether this idea of deceiving me was Piero's or Mum's, anyways.''
That was a distant place from a center of a city, to be more exact, it looked like a village. Nonetheless ,of course, in comparison with a real village, it had more of asphalt and average-sized shops, though the location anyways stood on the edge of the city. Massimo's home was one of the most elites among others. Peripheral sides of walls were covered with an especial made purple-grey cement ,which was quite a popular thing at that time. Investigating time, it was the 19th century on streets. As currency was used in the main metals. Sometimes silver and bronze and etc. Durability of metal decided its cost. If a metal was more durable, its cost respectively corresponded and vice versa. One chunk of metal was similar to a usual coin from the real world, with a radius of 2,778 cm. Actually all chunks of metals in spite of types had the same size. Sure, all over the world were countless varieties of metals, though in the village Marra were only 3 types: the lowest currency-bronze, medium- silver, the highest- gold. In other words:nothing special.
There was a reason for currency to be a metal - it literally could bring power over the world. Quantity and quality decided everything.
Initially, this world was no different from the real one. However, here happened a calamity that influenced the root of the world: 17th January of late 18th century.
It was 4:17 am, weak winds were wandering above the skies ,gradually descending downward. It became 5:24 am, …