I came to my senses: my face is covered in blood, the deck is shaking, and around is a suffocating silence— the guns aren’t firing. Frenchmen loom on the horizon. The frigate is in chaos. The captain, of French origin, demands surrender. And I— a front-line veteran who has gone through the Great Patriotic War—live by one rule: Russians don’t surrender. But it’s already the 1730s outside. I managed to raise a mutiny on the ship, prevent the flag from being shamed, and for that I ended up under military court. They won’t be able to break me. Biron, Anna Ioannovna, the Secret Chancellery—let them try. I didn’t end up here to adapt to the past. I came to change it.