A bomb-disposal team’s combat sortie, an ambush, an enemy drone… and my life was cut short. But fate gave me a second chance, and my consciousness was transferred back into the past. I found myself in 1982 in the USSR. I’m young again, and I can live a different life. But, ironically, I ended up in the army again. Now I’m a conscript, and I have a guard dog.
My dog doesn’t recognize me; the “dedovshchina” tries to push me around; and on the military base with fuel and lubricants that our platoon guards, strange things are happening…