I died, and my consciousness was transported to the past. It’s 1978. The USSR is at the height of its power. The country celebrates the 60th anniversary of the Komsomol, launches Soyuz-28 into space, and preparations for the 1980 Olympics are in full swing—while I’m a seventeen-year-old entrant.
Ahead are entrance exams and life in the dorm. So why not start with a clean slate? Welcome to student life!
But it turned out that getting into a Soviet institute isn’t so easy. And I’ve already had a run-in with one of the teachers even during the entrance exams…