I went back in time. Soviet Union, 1960. Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev rules and introduces his corn. The Rome Olympics will open soon. Gagarin's flight, the shooting in Novocherkassk, the Cuban missile crisis and other interesting events are just around the corner. And I, a former billionaire and the son of an oligarch, found myself in the shoes of a simple Soviet pioneer and am serving time in a simple Soviet pioneer camp. I eat simple Soviet semolina porridge and choke on compote. And everything would be good and even terrible, but I acquired rather strange and unusual abilities. If I can use them correctly, I may be able to get rid of your semolina porridge.