I skipped my first nineties. While the country learned capitalism and democracy, I served in hot spots. And when I came back, nineties were replaced by zeros—and a new millennium began. In 2023 I died. But instead of ending up in the afterlife, I found myself back in our reality. In the body of a long-haired guy from a rock band. In 1991. That’s how my adventures in the second nineties began.