I woke up, a naked woman was nearby and spoke... In Polish... to the sound of bells ringing in a historical setting. Who is she? No, the main question is who am I? Or is it even more important to decide what to do? Time pressure, time is running out for minutes, they are coming to kill me. Run? Give a fight? Submit to fate with the expectation that I will again find myself in my time? Difficult decisions from the very beginning, the first blood on my hands in the first minutes. But... “I’m not Boris!!!” - Dmitry Ivanovich would shout, rushing with a halberd at his killers. I’ll say quietly, so that no one can hear: “I’m not your False Dmitry!”