Dead? Are you in your own personal Hell? And who are you? A misfit who doesn't remember anything about himself. A time that many remember: the Demyansk cauldron of February 1942. The country is on fire. Death is literally breathing down your neck, but for some reason it constantly hesitates. Or does it give you a chance? Tell Stalin how to save the USSR? If I knew who Stalin was... If I remembered at least something - absolutely! Only memory flatly refuses to cooperate. I would like to reach my own people. And who are they? One thing is clear - Russians. But how to interpret what happened? The body is someone else's. Moreover, so much so that even a wolf howls. Maybe it's better to die? Who are you - a hero or a victim of circumstances? Or maybe just a man trying to help his compatriots? Russians are like that... Continuation of the story. Part two.