The convoys of the first crusade are stretching along the dusty roads. Somewhere here, among the sword-girt pilgrims, walk an archaeologist and a Cossack from 1906, a Red Army soldier from 1939 and a wildlife photographer from 1999. The path is not easy. Powerful enemies are breathing in your back, unwilling to accept the failure of the experiment, cartridges are running out, loved ones are dying. The vice is narrowing... But the friends, transferred from the usual twentieth century to the eleventh century, stubbornly go towards their goal. Home!..