I was a successful entrepreneur, but I died at the hands of competitors. Fate played a dirty trick: I didn’t end up “resting” — I ended up in the past. My soul moved into the body of a graduate of a teacher-training institute. It’s 1980, and I’m just a physical education teacher in a Soviet school who has to work for three full years by assignment.
The biology teacher looked at me with interest, the vice principal decided to get rid of me, and the front-line veteran director gave me class leadership. Where am I and where is teaching?! Nothing, we’ll push through…
Only my class was experimental—made up of troublemakers and repeaters—and the city Spartakiad is right around the corner. How do you build a team out of little scoundrels?