A provincial hard worker, with his life's difficulties and troubles, finds himself in the interweave of other people's interests. Having won a lucky one-way ticket. It’s a pity, not at a travel agency and not to Europe. And not during my lifetime. Having experienced firsthand how tourism differs from emigration. It would seem, live and be happy. It’s nice there, it’s warm, sunny, the people are hospitable, the animals are funny, the fruits are unusual, the landscapes are beautiful. Well, the fact that you can fry eggs on the stones, without fire, the natives, like children, rejoice at the death of others, the animals are fattened with meat that just recently wore pants and slippers, the fruits are good, but try to take them away, and how good do the graves look under that dune , so these are little things. Finding himself in another world, in the body of an unknown aristocrat, our hero escapes from someone else’s, already lost, war by joining the caravan of those in power. But they have the same road, but their interests are different.