It is difficult to say how the fate of the simple Moscow boy Kostya Lipatov would have turned out, because, to put it mildly, he was not on friendly terms with the law... But the fascist hordes persistently rushed towards the Soviet capital, and unexpectedly for himself, Konstantin became a fighter in the eighty-fifth separate airborne battalion of the Red Army. Ahead of him were exhausting bloody battles for Rostov-on-Don, the death of his comrades, and also new friends and enemies, the existence of which Sergeant Lipatov did not even suspect.