A combat pilot dies and comes to his senses in the bloody summer of 1941 in the body of a young junior lieutenant. The enemy is advancing; “Messerschmitts” rule the sky, and Soviet aviation is taking heavy losses.
Until now, he had only seen the single-engine aircraft of Lavochkin and Polikarpov in films and museums—but now he is about to take his seat in the cockpit of the legendary fighters of the Great War.
Again and again, he will lift off into the air to bring Victory closer.
Only, the fascists have offered an unbelievable reward for his head, and now the skies are hunting him—best of the Luftwaffe aces.
In aviation, the number 13 is considered unlucky. That is why this book has, and will never have, a chapter with that number. This is not a mistake.