Artilleryman. Back in the USSR

I wasn’t the most honest officer. A warm place in the police department (BEP), kickbacks, girls—what else do you need to be happy? And then—bam! I ended up in the past. Now I’m eighteen again, and outside the window is the Union of the era of stagnation. What the hell? Should I go to the army? Drag on socks for two years? No way! Fate wanted to bend me—but let’s see who bends whom…