Our contemporary, having died of old age, fell into a two-year-old child, in full accordance with the theory of the transmigration of souls. Only he got there along with the memory that preserves the experience of a seasoned veteran, and a man who has worked a lot over a long, difficult life. One bad thing - he ended up in the distant past. In the Stone Age. Not the most comfortable time. And I really want warmth and comfort, hearty food and interesting communication! Again - how to live if you are not respected?