Came to his senses—his face in blood, the deck is shaking, the guns are silent. On the horizon— the French. Panic on the frigate. The captain, a Frenchman by birth, demands surrender.
And me? I’m a veteran. I went through the Great Patriotic War. And I have one rule:
**THE RUSSIANS DON’T SURRENDER.**
Now it’s the 1730s. I’ve already managed to start a mutiny on the ship, defend the honor of the flag, and end up before a military tribunal.
But they can’t break me.
Biron, Anna Ioannovna, the Secret Chancellery? Let them try.
I’m not here to fit neatly into textbooks.
I’m here to rewrite history my way.