The “golden five-year plan” is coming to an end in the USSR. I'm a first-year student again. Once upon a time, friends admired my career. Someone was jealous of my appearance and the attention that women paid to me. But this is all in the past - or rather, in the future. The real me was not born yet this year. They allowed me to live a new life, but did not explain what payment would be required from me as a “new” one—a former boarding school graduate whose body is controlled by the consciousness of an adult, but not omnipotent, person from the future. For now I can only do so much. But also a lot: saving several human lives. Isn’t that why I became a Komsomol member?