The consciousness of our contemporary, like plucked chickens, falls into the body of its deceased ancestor. Right in the midst of the Russian-Turkish war of 1828-1829. Like some legendary Odysseus, the hero is carried by the flow of history and hits him against the rocks and whirlpools of past events. The adventures are endless. In the war with a merciless and cunning enemy, rivers of blood flow, but our hero’s actions always benefit the empire. And a little - in your own.