No, I'm not a progressor. And I can’t even call myself a “gotcha”, although I really got there! I found myself in my own childhood. By an incomprehensible coincidence of circumstances and an unknown cosmic whim. Moreover, with the life experience of an adult - a reserve officer and a teacher of social studies. It’s just that changing the course of history, as a normal “getter” should do, is somehow out of hand. And I don’t really want to... Why? Everything is so wonderful! What could be better than a carefree childhood during the times of “developed socialism”? Kvass costs three kopecks, ice cream costs nine, and your childhood is spent not just anywhere, but on the shores of the warm Black Sea. It would seem that live and be happy, use the incomprehensible turn of the fatal wheel to the fullest, but no! Woe from the mind. Adult brains do not allow a child to enjoy all the charm of barefoot happiness. Because of them, there is friendship with KGB operatives, and danger several times a day, and sometimes the risk of being left without this smart but restless head. And then there are other “misfits”! Brothers, one might say, by misfortune. In this careless “stagnant” swamp, it seems there is already a third uninvited guest from the future! And also so... unusual. And the third, as you know, is superfluous. Or not?