Does someone think I lived a boring life? Or that I didn’t do everything I should have on this planet? Fate played a cruel joke by throwing me into 1941 and giving me the chance to fully taste the hardships of the Great War. Mud, pain, blood... And no clear opening. Except now my last name is amusing—Zababashkin...
PS. All events and characters in the book are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.