I didn't want change! None! But when Fate threw me into the past, I gritted my teeth and began to rebuild my life. Through “I don’t want”, “I can’t” and depression inherited from a new painful body. Again - myself. Without the help of family, and often in spite of everything! I know Tsvetaeva and Voloshin, I train with Gilyarovsky and I train the Starostin brothers, who are not yet legendary. I have already been provided with scant lines in a history textbook for high school, and there are interesting prospects that allow me to enter History with a kick, throwing the double doors wide open! The choice is huge! But you know... to hell with it! I may be a loser, but I’m not crazy! I gritted my teeth and am preparing to survive in the coming chaos of the Civil War, and preferably outside the Russian Empire! I don’t want to fight in a fratricidal war and die from cholera. I don’t want to be shot in the basements of the Cheka or the Whites’ counterintelligence, become the lubricant of the State Mechanism and be that very statistical chip when cutting down the forest!