I was a successful businessman, but I was killed by my competitors. Fate dealt me a cruel blow: instead of “retiring,” I ended up in the past. My soul inhabited a graduate of a teaching institute. It’s 1980—I'm a simple physical education teacher in a Soviet school and I have to work for three whole years by assignment.
The biology teacher took an interest in me, the deputy principal decided to get rid of me, and the front-line commander—our director—gave me class leadership. Where am I and where is teaching?! Nothing, we’ll push through…
The only trouble is, I was assigned to an experimental class—hooligans and repeat offenders—and right on the horizon is the city Spartakiad. How do you build a team out of petty scoundrels?