Just yesterday he was a Soviet pilot, Stalin's falcon, captain Viktor Turovtsev. And even earlier, the young baronet Onto la Regan on the planet Mother. And even earlier... What's the point of remembering what happened before? All this is already behind us. And palace intrigues, and air battles in the skies over Stalingrad. As they say: “Welcome to the Reality Correction Service!” Choose a new body-modifier, undergo training in a boot camp. And not as a seasoned fighter, but as an ordinary Salazhonok under the guidance of an experienced Grandfather. It's a shame? It's a shame! But correcting reality is not about making fun of the “messers.” Here the stakes are more serious...