The end of the 19th century. In the Balkans, once again, it smells of blood and gunpowder. Russia isn’t going to tolerate violence against its Slavic brothers, and at the borders of the mighty empire you can hear the iron march of the Tsar’s regiments.
And in one of the soldier lines marches our contemporary—somehow found right in the thick of events. He knows perfectly well that this war will end with nothing good for his country, and that the “freed” “brothers” from then on will always fight on the side of the enemies.