I was a successful entrepreneur, but I was killed by competitors. Fate served me a cruel trick: instead of going “to rest,” I ended up in the past. My soul took over the body of a graduate from a pedagogical institute. It’s 1980, and I’m just a PE teacher in a Soviet school who has to work for three full years by assignment.
The biology teacher looked at me—she had her eyes on me. The vice principal decided to get rid of me. And the front-line veteran principal assigned me to handle class supervision. What do I have to do with teaching?! Nothing—somehow we’ll get through it…
Only the class I got was experimental—made of troublemakers and repeat-year students—and the city sports day is right around the corner. How do you build a team out of little scoundrels?