1971. The USSR. I lived my life and returned to my own youth. Ice cream in a waffle cone, soda from vending machines, pioneers and Komsomol girls. A cheerful Leonid Ilyich on the TV screen. The country hasn’t yet fallen onto the oil needle. Twenty years until the collapse of the Soviet Union. If it happens… now. Because I remember the future. But I’m not the only one who knows it—so it turned out. Is that good or bad? What should be kept silent so as not to harm the future? What should be told to save the Motherland?
Where does the Motherland begin… for me?