I was a real top #1— a speaker and coach in leadership, management, and psychology, in our country and around the world. Everyone knew me: from CEOs of the biggest corporations and federal officials to ordinary bloggers and IT startup founders. My goal was “successful success.” My motto was to work while others rest. And then, suddenly, I died and ended up in 1951—in the body of a low-level clerk from the Committee for Arts of the USSR. Now, instead of a personal yacht, there’s a room in a communal apartment; instead of VIP restaurants—tea on a burner; instead of relaxing in the Maldives—subbotniks and Komsomol meetings. And I met her—Evil Fufu, as my theatre and cinema colleagues call her behind her back. Loved by simple viewers, but so lonely and almost without roles anymore. And now my goal is to help her: 1) get the main roles; 2) escape depression and a hard fate; 3) find love, and maybe even get married. And I’ll do it…