He was an ordinary hustler, a petty scavenger of Russia’s “business” (a typical product of the “noughties”— “buy-sell, then run,” a cart from the dump, a girlfriend from the panel, dodged the army, conscience unburdened, the highest value is his own skin) until he had to save that very skin by escaping the lawless chaos of the cops as far as his eyes could see—right into 1941.
And it all started: the reserve regiment—front line—retreat—encirclement—filter camp—front line—offensive—hospital… He would have been glad to get out, but Stalin’s USSR is not that corrupt, sellout “Russiаn Federation.” And what the Red Army does with deserters and “self-inflicted” cases has been shown to a “popadants” firsthand… How can he survive in the hell of the front, in an infantry trench and in a tank-infantry company regarded as the “elite cannon fodder”? Will the skills of a street hustler-"merchant" come in handy at the front? Can “the business guy” turn into a front-line soldier—or will he remain a backwater rat? Will he be able, after fighting his way from Stalingrad to Berlin, to return back to the 21st century and to his former meaningless life? And what will it be like for the “returnee,” who survived the worst meat grinders of the Great Patriotic War, to end up among today’s crazies without a trusty PPSh at hand?