He had a goal - to survive. Avoid falling under the skating rink of the Moloch of war that rolled over Russia in the summer of 1812. Not an easy task for our contemporary, a simple ambulance paramedic from Mogilev, transported in an unknown way two centuries ago. But Platon Rutsky managed it. Moreover, he successfully fit into the complex class society of Russia at that time. Nobleman, officer, commander of a battalion of rangers. He even managed to slow down the progress of the most powerful military machine on the continent, led by a brilliant commander. But the war is still going on, troops are marching, guns are firing and guns are shooting. Blood is flowing. And who knows when the last battle will come? And how will it turn out for the victim?