I didn’t want changes! None at all! But when Fate threw me into the past, I bared my teeth and started building my life again from scratch. Through “I don’t want to,” “I can’t,” and the depression inherited from this new, painful body. Again—alone. Without help from my family, and often—against everything!
I know Tsvetaeva and Voloshin, I train with Gilyarovsky and learn to train with the brothers Starostins, before they become legendary. I already have my place secured in the dry history textbook lines for senior grades, and there are interesting prospects that allow me to enter History with a kick—throwing open the double doors wide!
The choice is huge!
But you know… to hell with it! Maybe I’m a transmigrator, but I’m not insane!
I bared my teeth and am preparing to survive the coming chaos of the Civil War—and preferably beyond the borders of the Russian Empire! I don’t want to fight in a fratricidal war and die of cholera. I don’t want to be shot in the basements of the Cheka or by the White counterintelligence, to become the lubricant of the State Mechanism and that very little splinter-statistic when they’re chopping down forests!