He died—and then came to in a young body. Moscow, 1964: a bread bag in his hands, kefir in a glass bottle on the table, and in the reflection—a face he didn’t recognize.
The USSR is on the verge of great achievements: Gagarin has already opened the road to space, but the Moon is still waiting for its first explorer.
He is a cosmonaut from the future, given a second chance. Not for revenge and not for escape—but for a new beginning.
He must go through the entire path again: school, commissions, exhausting training, and many years of preparation—to beat the United States. To be the first to leave a mark on the Moon—for his country’s name.