I was a retiree, a KGB veteran who lived by memories of the country we’d lost. I knew where we’d gone wrong. I remembered many people—those who betrayed, those who made mistakes, and those who simply said nothing. And then I got a second chance: I woke up in a young body, as the personal bodyguard of L.I. Brezhnev. The question was how to use my knowledge now. To watch in silence, without interfering? To carefully adjust details, hoping that would be enough? Or to go all in—challenge the very course of history? This isn’t a game or a fantasy. It’s a chance to change everything—for me. Maybe, too, for the country.