He came to his senses—his face was in blood, the deck was shaking, and the guns were silent. On the horizon—Frenchmen. Panic starts on the frigate. The French captain demands surrender.
And me? I’m a veteran. I went through the Great Patriotic War. And my rule is simple: RUSSIANS DO NOT SURRENDER.
Now it’s all around me—the 1730s. I’ve already managed to start a mutiny on the ship, to prevent the flag from being disgraced and to avoid a sentence by the military tribunal.
But they won’t break me.
Birron, Empress Anna Ioannovna, the secret chancellery? Let them try.
I didn’t end up here to blend neatly into a history textbook.
I’m here to rewrite it all over again.