The consciousness of a military pilot after a plane crash is transferred to the past, into the body of a young nobleman. It is spring outside the window, the end of a clearly alien nineteenth century is in the yard, and he is bedridden after an unsuccessful fall from the roof of a courtyard building. The surrounding reality throws riddles one more surprising than the other, with which he has to deal! And here Alexander the Third, who lost his son in Japan, still rules the country. And there was already a war with Japan, which ended with the victory of Russian weapons! Despite the upcoming treatment and restoration, there is no question of what to do next. If at least once he managed to independently climb into the sky, then he fell ill with it for the rest of his life. Old - lost, or new - young, acquired. It remains only to rise. First to your feet, and then to the sky. And there it is not far from the war. To which? Are there not enough of them? There are always enough wars in Russia!