A stupid text about a prisoner during the Soviet era. A cosmoprogressor from the mid-twenty-first to the mid-twenty. With a space battleship and four idiot astronauts to boot. Another attack of graphomania. The text, as usual, is of an entertaining nature and mercilessly ignores technical and historical authenticity, so those who like to read authenticity are taking a big step past. The last warning for the most inattentive is an entertaining read in which a DVK is installed on the Vostok ship, and Korolev is worried about the profitability of his missiles more than about the palm over the Americans.