Die as a military pensioner in a soft bed in the twenty-first century and wake up covered with earth in a funnel from an air bomb explosion, in the body of a young aircraft technician in the fiery forty-first year. Overhead, roaring engines, planes rush with crosses on the wings, and machine guns chatter, carrying death. It's your time. It's time to apply your skills. After all, you have been preparing for this all your life. Preparing to defend his homeland. Very soon, the enemies will have to find out who the Russian ace from the future is. They don't even need crosses on the graves, and crosses on the wings will come down.