In 1943, Guard Private Pavel Petrovich Romanov has strange dreams: as if, in old clothes, a wig, and with a sword at his side, he rides through Europe, meets kings and princes, and waits impatiently for his “hotly beloved” mother to pass away—freeing the Russian Empire throne he is due by law. Then he wakes up in a trench near Shlisselburg with a dreadful headache and suffocation. All that remains in his memory: a colorful officer’s scarf and a heavy snuffbox… and death. Yes, death arrived with a direct hit from a German shell straight into the trench, but the consciousness of a Red Army fighter—a Communist with pre-war experience, a former militia captain who was cashiered at Marshal Tukhachevsky’s personal request—was transported to the past. And what does that mean? It means our cause is right; the enemy will be defeated; victory will be ours!