It would seem like just yesterday he was teaching in the most ordinary school in a provincial Russian town, and in the evenings he sang with a guitar - just for the soul. And today he participates in criminal showdowns - and not just anywhere, but in the mountains near Tiflis, and then ends up in prison - and not just anywhere, but in the Odessa prison castle. And this does not happen sometime, but at the end of the 19th century, when everything is still ahead - three Russian revolutions, and two world wars. Or maybe not? Maybe it is thanks to him and the strange company in which he finds himself by the will of fate that history will go completely differently? And who will they be in this story? Heroes or just puppets in the hands of the one they call Akela? Be that as it may, instead of the pop songs of his time, first he will have to firmly learn another one - “Transvaal, Transvaal, my land, you are all burning in fire...” And then the time will come for other songs.