An aging writer quietly lives out his days on the outskirts of life. He once shone on paper, but is now forgotten by everyone. But fate gives him a chance to start over. He finds himself in the past, and it’s 1975. He is yesterday’s vocational school student, young again and full of strength. Who said that everyone is equal in the USSR? Writers are held in high esteem in the Union; they receive fame, money and recognition. The hero does not intend to vegetate at the factory, because he knows how to get to the Olympus of Soviet literature. But the literary community is not taking the young guy seriously yet. But in vain... Author's notes: The world of Soviet literature without embellishment through the eyes of our contemporary! Will a fallen professional writer be able to change the trends of socialist realism of that time?