Death in war is an ordinary matter. A rocket explosion behind you - and there is no company commander. Only death for some reason flew by. You woke up in a young and strong body, full of forgotten sensations. The only problem is: this is the body of a young moron, and he has the appropriate certificate. Moreover, the year on the calendar is 1967... From the author: For the cover, a fragment of the painting by artist Vladimir Pereyaslavets “Border Guard with a Dog” (1962) was used.