I was forty-six when I burned in a nuclear explosion and returned to my fourteen-year-old self. It is criminal not to take advantage of knowledge about what will happen in the future! But if you influence reality for a long time, reality begins to influence you. And she tries to reject the stranger. In the end she succeeds. Now I'm truly fourteen, all I have left is knowledge. And a bunch of problems that need to be solved. Making friends, expanding my business, each time overcoming doubts and fear. But I have to cope. No, I can handle it, and the proof of this is the time of catastrophe, which shifts after each of my significant actions. But reality has a unique idea of what is significant for it and what is not.