The Battle of Tsushima doesn’t happen—the Russian squadron stands firmly by the shores of Vladivostok. And then a person from our time gets swept up again by a hurricane of events.
After only a couple of weeks on land, he manages to fall in love, fight drunken sailors, and be passed along the chain to the commander-in-chief of the land forces. And now, sitting in a staff armchair in a Pulin—Pulman—that is, a special Pullman train, our hero frantically recalls the weapon gadgets from the future. And the train—a special labeled train—carries him to Manchuria, to the line of the Russian-Japanese front…
Meanwhile, several pairs of attentive, and most importantly influential, eyes are watching the newcomer from the future very closely from the side. Trying not to miss the chance to use him for their own ends.