1984. Again. Citizens of the USSR are still building communism, with the passion of hunters they “get” scarce goods. And they are unaware of the sad turns that await both them and the country in the near future. My father is still alive and teaches at school. I was seven years old last year. And he (not me) will soon go to first grade. This boy has no idea that life has surprises in store for him. Only surprises are different. I myself am a big surprise. For some - pleasant. But for others, my return to 1984 does not bode well. Will I change the future I remember? After all, the current me is only ten years old. I am a pioneer again and am preparing to move to the fourth grade. In the Soviet Union, a ten-year-old boy does not have many opportunities to influence the destinies of people and the entire country. This is probably why fate not only gave me a “second chance”, but also presented me with a gift. Or did she reward me with a curse? I will use this gift. And I will make him someone else's curse. Honest pioneer!