The long-awaited return has happened. As it should be. Time is mine, and my body is mine. But the corpses aren’t mine. And you don’t need to plant them!
I don’t want to believe what happened to Liza either! Especially since someone is persistently trying to frame me. Someone who knows everything that happened in 1941.
Did you think the problems were over? But no. Another assignment into the past is inevitable, because I’m obligated to sort all of this out!
Listen for the ending of the story.