Leaving the killing squad department for a well-deserved retirement and a small house by the sea—that’s my plan for the near future. Three times “ha-ha,” said Fate, and tossed me into 1941. To end up in the body of my own grandfather, an employee of the mysterious NKVD’s 13th department, is easy. To prevent a fateful event—please, no problem. But in reality it turned out differently. Now a task lies before me even tougher than catching a maniac. Until I do what I’m supposed to do, my return is off the table…