They are well over thirty, and they are still playing at war. In 2010, their hobby seems like an absurd whim: wearing camouflage and armed with toy machine guns, adult men airsoft players chase each other through the Belarusian forests - until they suddenly fall from today into the bloody summer of 1941. Where instead of plastic balls, real bullets fly out of the barrel. Where people die not just for fun, but once and for all. Where surrounded units of the Red Army are bleeding to death in cauldrons, Russian villages are burning all around, enemy tanks are dusting along the roads, and posters are hung at intersections: “For helping the partisans - execution!” And we have to choose whether to run back to a bright future, saving our own skin, or take the fight beyond the time line shoulder to shoulder with our grandfathers and great-grandfathers...