He found himself in the USSR again—in his youth. Everything around him seems familiar: the biography of a Moscow schoolboy, young parents, Moscow… Everything he had longed for, swallowing cognac alone every April 12th and mourning unrealized dreams.
So what? Everything came true—some miracle made it roll off the reels of the beloved “Moscow-Cassiopeia” and “Guest from the Future”—or was it nostalgia’s cruel prank on his consciousness, turning faded memories of the childhood that was irrevocably gone into reality? Times when even ice cream tasted better, when spring grass was greener, and classmates—every last one of them—were purest embodiments of pure charm…
But why guess, if there’s a chance to verify? In the world he’d left behind, humanity had gathered, ready—at least in principle—to step into the Great Cosmos; even his foot had been set for that step—yet suddenly it seemed as if they changed their mind, and turned onto a crooked trail.
And how will it turn out here? It won’t take long to wait for many things to become clear.
Or… is this, in fact, the world of his fulfilled childhood dream—his dream?