Blood on the Epaulettes

His goal was simply to survive— not to get crushed by the Moloch of war rolling over Russia in the summer of 1812. Not an easy task for our modern-day man, an ordinary paramedic from Mogilev who somehow was transported back two centuries. But Platon Rutskiy managed it. What’s more, he fit successfully into the complicated class society of Russia at the time. A nobleman, an officer, a commander of a battalion of hunters. He even managed to slow down the advance of the continent’s most powerful military machine, led by a brilliant commander. But the war is still going on: troops march, cannons fire, and rifles shoot. Blood is spilled. And who knows when the final battle will come? And what will it mean for the man who was thrown into the past?