I didn’t plan on dying. That’s just how it turned out. Now I’m not a criminal-investigation major in 2025, but an operative of SMERSH.
The enemy I hunted across the land of Kursk has been destroyed. Seemingly, then, just live and be happy—but there’s a suspicion that someone else is continuing his case.
In any case, my tasks haven’t changed—smash the fascists and survive. But most important of all is to find the rotter who slipped dangerous device blueprints out from under my nose.