Nobel laureate Leonid Poletov returns to Moscow. Glossy interviews, TV cameras, girls holding books at the ready, journalists with faces that say, “And now we’ll bring you down.” He does everything like clockwork—until one night he goes out onto Chistye Prudy. And there, among chattering streetlamps and Moscow dampness, he sees HER.
Natalya Viktorovna. A physics teacher. The woman because of whom he once stopped being a student and became a man. Back then he didn’t approach her—because she was out of reach, and he was only her timid student. And now she looks at him as if she knows: the chance has presented itself. Poletov has one gift. He isn’t just capable—he’s capable of the impossible. He can take time by the throat and force it to turn back. He knows how to send himself back to where everything began—truly. Not in his mind. Not in a letter. In a dream, he can return—back. To 1979. And he goes back.
Not for fame, not for a book, not for a second attempt. For her.