The distant, very distant future of humanity. Three times ten thousand years from the current moment and a little more. And a person, almost our contemporary, wakes up in this albeit bright (though...), but infinitely distant and alien time for him. Why did they wake him up? What can he give to the world? And how will the new world change him? What had the old Earth become by that time? And who have people become: what worries trouble their hearts, what joy fills their chests, what have our dreams turned into? United humanity. Communism won so long ago that I almost forgot about it. A distant, very distant bright future. The novel is not a continuation of Natasha. There will be a continuation, but this is not it yet