What first comes to mind for our contemporary who wakes up in a burning carriage? What is this - a disaster or a terrorist attack? But to hell with you - neither one nor the other. Congratulations man, you got it! Exactly 70 years ago, under the bombing of German aircraft. It’s 1941, in your pocket you have a bunch of candy wrappers instead of money and a passport for which they can easily put you up against a wall, in your head are scraps of historical knowledge and a half-forgotten military specialty acquired in the Soviet Army... And what to do now? Rush to the Kremlin to see Stalin in order to open his eyes to the future, help him with advice, warn him, warn him? But it’s far from Stalin, and much closer to the wall - they don’t stand on ceremony with alarmists and deserters... So first, just try to survive. Will it work out? And if you’re lucky enough to come across an STZ tractor with an anti-aircraft gun on a broken road, join the crew, receive a baptism of fire, shoot down Stukas and Messers, burn German tanks, drag the gun through the autumn mud on your own hump, breaking out of the “cauldron”... But don’t expect to change history—it’s beyond human power. All you can do is share a common destiny with your people. And also know: even if you are lucky enough to escape from the front-line hell and return back to the 21st century, you will never be the same...