A tragic accident changed my life. I used to be a “major” in 2022; I became—in 1980—the son of a member of the CPSU Central Committee. An equal exchange? The boy whose body I ended up in somehow managed to get from his parents a sentence to work in a collective farm. And now, instead of a good, well-fed life, I get the prospect of an outhouse in the street, waking at dawn, and fighting for the harvest. The local guys look at me sideways. The local girls—interestingly. And I just look around and think how to turn God-forsaken village into a new Rublyovka, but… and then something goes wrong…