1973. The USSR.
I returned home after two years of service in the Soviet Army… again. As if I hadn’t lived another fifty years after that.
The Soviet Union at the peak of its power. My parents and younger brother are alive. And the cemetery near the village—while not as large as I remembered.
Summer, heat, women, preparation for entrance exams to the institute.
Only I know the clouds over my life are already gathering. Troubles will soon come for me and for those close to me one after another…
…Unless they’re afraid of meeting the Black demobilized soldier.