Lieutenant General Afanasy Ivanovich Afanasyev dies from a hunter’s accidental shot in 2017, and his consciousness is transferred into the body of Petr Pozharsky’s thirteen-year-old son in 1617. Time passes—just like that: youth, hormones, teenage maximalism, a vast unknown country. The first Romanovs sit on the edge of the throne. The country is still seething. We have to fight. We have to develop the economy. Alone? One must find allies and helpers. God help him.