1973. The USSR.
I came home after two years of service in the Soviet Army… again. As if I hadn’t lived, after that event, for fifty years.
The Soviet Union at the height of its power. My parents and younger brother are alive. And the cemetery near the settlement is still not as large as I remember it.
Summer, heat, women, preparation for entrance exams to the institute.
Only I know that the clouds over my life are already gathering. Troubles will soon come crashing down on me and my loved ones one after another…
…unless they’re afraid of meeting the Black demobilized soldier.