Morning jogs were supposed to make him healthier, but this time everything ended differently—Fyodor found himself in outer space. Of course, he won’t get to admire any cosmic beauties. They made him a slave, doing the dirtiest work imaginable, and if you believe the doctor, he has only a little time left. But people assume, and fate, playing around, flips everything upside down again—or maybe puts it back in place after all. Space is vast, and if there’s life, it will sort everything out. Time too—now it even moves backward.