Having died in our time, he was reborn in another - and in another body. Now in his twenty-three years, he is Colonel Prokhorov, the commander of a separate mechanized regiment. There is a war around, and I want not only to survive myself, but also to save my people. And there is no room for error, since the leaders bet on you and any failure will be too expensive. A swift career from platoon to division commander is not given for nothing, and there are enough spiteful critics. It remains to grit your teeth and not make mistakes.