I was a successful entrepreneur, but died at the hands of competitors. Fate threw a trick - I did not go “to rest”, but ended up in the past. The soul moved into the graduate of the pedagogical institute. It’s 1980, and I’m a simple physical education teacher in a Soviet school, who must work for three whole years as assigned. The biology teacher had her eye on me, the head teacher decided to throw me out of the world, and the front-line director assigned the class management to me. Where am I and where is pedagogy?! It’s okay, we’ll break through... But the only thing I got was an experimental class - made up of hooligans and second-year students, and the city sports competition was just around the corner. How to put together a team of young scoundrels?