He died—and woke up as a young man. Moscow, 1964. Bread in a grocery bag, kefir in bottles, and a stranger’s face in the mirror.
The Soviet Union is on the threshold of great achievements. Gagarin has already flown. But the Moon is still waiting for its first.
He is an astronaut from our time, given a second chance. Not to take revenge. Not to run away. But to rise again.
Now his path is to go through everything from the very beginning: training, the medical board, exercises, and the long road to the stars. To make it in time before the Americans. To be the first to step onto the Moon—on behalf of his Motherland.