The “golden five-year plan” is coming to an end in the USSR. I am a first-year student again. Once upon a time, my friends admired my career. Someone was jealous of my appearance and the attention that women paid to me. But this is all in the past - or rather, in the future. The “real” me wasn’t born yet this year. I was allowed to live a new life. But they did not explain what payment they would require from me for this “new” - a former graduate of a boarding school, whose body is controlled by the consciousness of an adult, but not omnipotent person from the future. For now I can only do so much. But not a little: saving several human lives. Is that why I became a Komsomol member? The first part is here: