Safety rules are written for a reason. After forty years of work experience, I learned that well.
But one young fool forgot the simple rule: you mustn’t turn on a switch that you didn’t turn off.
And instead of a regular workday, I got an electric shock—after which I ended up not in the hospital, but in a compartment of a Soviet train fifty-two years ago.
And it seems it’s taking me somewhere out in the middle of nowhere— and to a destination I can’t refuse.