And again I was caught in the pre-war years. I was lying in an MRI machine, and suddenly I woke up in a hospital in 1938 in the alien body of an ordinary hard worker, a “flyer”, struck by ball lightning. But while he was not very sane, he managed to say such a thing that they came for him. The task before the main character is not an easy one: to help the country prepare for the coming Great Patriotic War, and Comrade Yezhov will not end up in a psychiatric hospital or “under the hammer.”