A tragic accident changed my life. I used to be a major in 2022—then I became the son of a member of the CPSU Central Committee in 1980. An equal exchange? Only the boy whose body I ended up in managed to get a sentence of exile to a collective farm from his parents. So instead of a good, well-fed life, I’m looking at a public toilet in the street, rising at dawn, and fighting for the harvest. The local guys stare at me sideways. The local girls — with interest. And I just look around and think how to turn God-forsaken village into a new Rublyovka… but something goes wrong here too…